Quotes About Fear

Faccio solo finta di essere sfacciata. In realtà me la faccio addosso dalla paura. Questa cena fuori mi rende confusa. Non so se voglio davvero una storia lunga, o solo una scopata veloce. E tu?

The water pushed at us like a thug wanting our lunch money.

A moment later, she and The Little Guy disappear into the trees. I didn't know exactly what was going on. I thought maybe she was going to eat him in privacy, because it had crossed my mind to do just that. There wouldn't have been a lot of preparation and very little hair to spit out. Just swing him by the feet, whack him on a rock, and a hot dinner was served.

What scared me then was what I figure makes some people religious. The sudden understanding that maybe there isn't any measurement, and that it's all up to us to decide. And no matter what you do, it only matters if you get caught, or you can live with yourself and the choices you make. It was a kind of revelation. Thinking on that made me feel cold and empty and alone.

Why don't you just tell him what he wants to know?" "I do not like bullies. And I have never responded well to threats of force."She paused. "Also, I believe he will kill me anyway." "Why?" "Because that is what he does.

I'm scared," he said. "Dad's face—" "Listen to me," Kale said. "That wasn't Dad." Trig stared at him. "That was something else. We know what Dad was like.

There's no guardrail.

Hated them worse than he'd ever hated Sartoris or Aur Myss or anything in his life. Hated them with an intensity he'd never imagined himself capable of. It was as if all the molten fear he'd suffered up till now had hardened into glassy black peaks of pure rage.

Now it was brisk and didactic, like that of an obedience instructor training an obstinant dog, and I hated him for it, the hate momentarily eclipsing all fear and reason.

I have nightmares about it now. I probably will for months. And I think …" She shook her head. "… what if it isn't over? What if the Sickness that Darth Scabrous created … got out somehow?

I d-duh-don't know wh-why you even b-buh -bother b-buh-because in s-six y-yuh-years y-you're g-guh-going to be j-juh-just l-like—""Don't say that."Something inside me went cold. "I'm never going to be like him.

You should not be afraid of a little blood," Gobi said. "Life is full of it.

I'm just saying—" He pointed the way that Han appeared to be favoring. "—this doesn't feel right." "Yeah, well, we're on a Star Destroyer, being chased by the living dead. None of this feels right.

Gobi jammed something hard into my spine, an elbow or a dagger or the barrel of a gun, and I sat down heavily, still feeling the old man's eyes on me. They were as brown as chestnuts, searching and soulful, with the depth of those of someone who'd lost something close to him and had never quite allowed himself to get over it.

The minute I knew help was at hand something had collapsed inside me. Whatever had been holding me together had gone. Now I could not think for myself, let alone crawl! There was nothing to fight for, no patterns to follow, no voice, and it frightened me to think that, without these, I might run out of life.

A goal should scare you a little, and excite you a lot.

If you don't have some self doubts and fears when you pursue a dream, then you haven't dreamed big enough.

In that instant, Gogolov feared death. He could feel himself falling through the dark void of space. He was flailing and terrified and utterly alone. He braced for impact, but it never came. He cried for mercy he would never see. He felt the searing heat and the demons ripping at his eyes and face with claws like razors. And then, in a terrifying flash of clarity, he realized it would never end.

I'm not saying I was scared. Okay, I was scared. He had an MP5. I had a Nikon.

Have them drop their pants. Then we will know who is a kike and who is not." It took only a moment, but soon all the men were standing, their bodies trembling, their knees shaking. One by one, they removed their underwear. Von Strassen shone his flashlight at their private parts. Three were found to be circumcised—a father, his teenage son, and his six-year-old son. "Away with them," Von Strassen spat. "Send them to Auschwitz.

and immediately hoped he wouldn't regret it. Mordechai's death

He felt as though every molecule in his body were shaking. Evil was on the march, and though everyone around him seemed bound and determined not to believe it, there was no question in his mind the Nazis were coming for them, for the people of France, all of them, with all their murderous fury, and he desperately feared the bloodbath that was coming with the jackboots and the broken cross.

The serial murderer often seeks the very form of capital punishment that is being held over his head as a deterrent.

Fear is an expression of what we do not know.