Quotes About Fear

How you feeling Forley?' asked the Dogman. 'Bad, but you got to have fear to have courage.

Cut your head off," whispered Never, eyes all scary-wide. "Pull your guts out and cook 'em," growled Jolly Yon. "Skin your face off and wear it as a mask," rumbled Brack. "Use your cock for a spoon," said Wonderful. They all thought about that for a moment.

And here it is. That horrible, beautiful, stretched out moment between stubbing your toe and feeling the hurt. How long do I have before the pain comes? How bad will it be when it does? Gasping, slack-jawed at the foot of the steps, Glokta felt a tingling of anticipation. Here it comes… The

I am sure you understand that a reputation for ruthlessness can be useful. A great ruler, especially one of as wide and various a country as Gurkhul, must first be feared. He would desire to be loved also, but that is a luxury. Fear is essential. Whatever you may have heard, Uthman is neither a man of peace, nor of war. He is a man of… what would be your word? Necessity. He is a man of the right tool at the right time.

And here it is. That horrible, beautiful, stretched out moment between stubbing your toe and feeling the hurt. How long do I have before the pain comes? How bad will it be when it does?

An excessive and a brutal act, but better to act with too much force than too little. Better to be held in fear, than in contempt... There is no place for sentiment in politics.

Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are the dead, or the soon to be dead, maybe. Fear teaches you caution, and respect for your enemy, and to avoid sharp edges used in anger. All good things in their place, believe me. Fear can bring you out alive, and that's the very best anyone can hope for from any fight. Every man who's worth a damn feels fear. It's the use you make of it that counts.

And so the doubts begin... Our doom draws nearer, and every man sees it. A strange thing, death. Far away, you can laugh at it, but as it comes closer it looks worse and worse. Close enough to touch, and no one laughs.

One need not love one's enemy, or even fear him, to desire peace. One need only love oneself.

The Shanka might be ever so full of mad fury, but even they had to fear him. Everything did. Even the dead, who felt no pain. Even the cold stone, which did not dream. Even the molten iron feared the Bloody-Nine. Even the darkness.

Dimbik had once been told that the best soldiers are rarely courageous. That was when he had been sure it was the career for him. He started to slide one hand towards his sword, far from sure what he would do with it once it reached the hilt.

Bayaz chuckled. "The Bloody-Nine, scared of shadows? I'd never have believed it." "Every shadow's cast by something," growled the Northman,

Once you've got a task to do, it's better to do it than to live with the fear of it.

No soy un guerrero. —Sí que lo eres. —Un guerrero no se asusta. —Un necio no se asusta. Un guerrero resiste a pesar del miedo, y tú has resistido.

She brushed the tip of his nose with a finger. "Oh my poor baby, are you scared of him?" He rolled away from her onto his back. "A little. Everyone should be at least a little scared of Bremer dan Gorst.

Cuanto menos tiempo tienes, menos quieres arriesgar el que te queda

The worst?" Dogman stared at him. "You sure? What about if Bethod does come, and his Carls kick your wall over like a pile o' turds and kill every last one of us?" Crummock's brow furrowed. He frowned down at the ground. He squinted up at the clouds. "True," he said, breaking out in a smile. "That is worse. You got a fast mind, lad.

Why were you never scared of me?' 'You just never seemed all that scary. Always found your eye sort of pretty. Shiny.' Rikke patted his scarred cheek. 'You always just seemed … lost. Like you lost yourself and didn't know where to look.' She put her hand on his chest. 'But you're in there, still. You're in there.

That look. Little bit hungry. Little bit scared.

No plague spreads quicker than panic, Stolicus wrote, nor is more deadly. The

I will ask you once to put the dark-skinned girl down and leave." Crandle snorted. "And if we don't?" That one eye narrowed slightly. "Then, long after we are gone to the goddess, the grandchildren of the grandchildren of those who witness will whisper fearful stories of the way I broke you.

it was better to do it, than to live with the fear of it.

Everything frightens me, and it's well that it does. Fear is a good friend to the hunted, it's kept me alive this long. The dead are fearless, and I don't care to join them.

It is nice to hold the power and make the choices for everyone. But the risk of making any choice is always that you might make the wrong one. We must make our choices nonetheless. Fear of being a grown-up is a poor reason to remain a child.