Quotes About Fear

Feared that she was slated to be dragged though all that stale guilt

So this is my death. Why did I ever fear it? Speaking as an expert, you never seemed to Me to fear it all that much, He said dryly.

Uneasy awareness of his duty to report the truth to the sealmaster warred now with fear, in his heart. Fear and rage. Who placed that grotesque geas in me, and how? Why was I made a witless tool? And can it happen again?

The kiss lasted quite a long time, with his apricot-scented fingers winding pleasurably in her hair. When they paused for breath, she remarked, "I always feared it would take divine intervention to find me a lover . . . I do believe I was right.

Don't let fear swallow all your happiness. Don't forget to take joy.

But I've always thought—tests are a gift. And great tests are a great gift. To fail the test is a misfortune. But to refuse the test is to refuse the gift, and something worse, more irrevocable, than misfortune.... If you think it's really wrong...that's one thing. Maybe that's the test. But if it's only the fear of failure, you have not the right to refuse the gift for that. It's an impossible job. That happens sometimes.

The really unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, or anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present—they are real." His voice fell, as he spoke, so that by the end he was almost whispering.

Dr. Yei," Bannerji objected, "if you're trying to knock a man out you've got to hit him a lot harder than that." Yei recoiled fearfully as Van Atta surged up out of his seat. "I didn't want to risk killing him . . ." "Why not?" muttered Bannerji under his breath. Furiously

Certain death still held attraction. Uncertain death, less so. He hurt enough already.

the trembling reached into Bree's heart. Her hands started to shake.

A vida é muito menos assustadora quando se enterram as ambições e se pára de desejar coisas.

how it's possible to be both lonely and terrified of social encounters at the same time.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. These facts few psychologists will dispute, and their admitted truth must establish for all time the genuineness and dignity of the weirdly horrible tale as a literary form. H.P. LOVECRAFT, Supernatural Horror in Literature

What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?

Once a man saw heaven in one woman's arms, then nothing else would do. And that scared the shit out of him, the thought that no other woman but Lilly would do. - Travis/Black Jack about Lilly Belle/Night Hawk (Lady Hawk to him)

This was a high that could never be duplicated. It was a high more dangerous to a man's soul than any found in a drug. Because this high chanced an addiction to not just the pleasure, but to the woman. And he was beginning to fear he had found the woman and the pleasure that could become an addiction impossible to live without.

Hell, he'd (Nathan/Noah) been around Tehya and his uncle enough to know that Jordan was determined to fight whatever he was feeling for Tehya. He'd been feeling it for six damned years now or more, and still, Jordan didn't dare mention the L word. If he acknowledged it, then he might have to admit it actually existed.

Crista." His voice, despite its gentleness, resonated with a dark, hidden fury. "Was he alone?" Her hand gripped the doorframe as she met his gaze. "It was just Dawg and me, Alex. I swear." This time. She knew if it happened again, if she dared to let it ever repeat, then it wouldn't be just Dawg. And when that happened, Dawg would make an enemy of her brother for life.

And Rowdy felt like a failure. He had failed to protect the only woman who had ever held his heart because he was too damned busy running from her. He should have been home, he should have been holding her in his bed, loving the hell out of her. If he had staked his claim, she wouldn't have been in that damned apartment.

don't want you to say anything, Son. I want you to let Kelly come to you. She's been scared to death of your return, and I don't know why myself. I know you wouldn't hurt her, but I know for a fact she knows about some of those little affairs you and your cousins have participated in." And his father suspected she was scared of him now. Rowdy could see it in Ray's eyes, feel it in the air around them.

You know what I want," he whispered. "Exactly what I suspect you're most frightened of now." He lifted his other hand, smoothing back her hair from her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I want to strip you down, love you from head to toe as often as possible, and sometimes…we might not be alone.

I love Rowdy, Natches," she whispered, halting what she feared was coming. "And don't try to tell me you love me in the same way, because we both know better." His lips tightened. "We're a set. You're destroying it, Kelly.

You'll destroy me," she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as his tongue licked over her nipple. "Again. You'll destroy me again, Dawg." He had to understand. He couldn't do this to her again. She could easily give herself to him, just like before. "It's okay, Crista. I won't hurt you, baby," he groaned. "It's just us. See? No one else is here. Ever. God, I'd kill the man that tried to touch you now.

The fear of dogs is deep and universal amongst all that are less than Man.