Quotes About Fear

It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.

There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.

A person who publishes a book wilfully appears before the populace with his pants down. –

This I do, being mad: Gather baubles about me, Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time Death beating the door in.

For men that are afraid to die Must warm their hands before a lie; The fire that's built of What is Known Will chill the marrow in the bone.

Mine is a body that should die at sea! And have for a grave, instead of a grave Six feet deep and the length of me, All the water that is under the wave! And terrible fishes to seize my flesh, Such as a living man might fear, And eat me while I am firm and fresh, - Not wait till I've been dead for a year!

Few Come This Way Few come this way; not that the darkness Deters them, but they come Reluctant here who fear to find, Thickening the darkness, what they left behind Sucking its cheeks before the fire at home, The palsied Indecision from whose dancing head Precipitately they fled, only to come again Upon him here, Clutching at the wrist of Venture with a cold Hand, aiming to fall in with him, companion Of the new as of the old.

Some things are Dark Some things are dark --- or think they are. But, in comparison to me, All things are light enough to see In any place, at any hour. For I am Nightmare: where I fly, Terror and rain stand in the sky So thick, you could not tell them from That blackness out of which you come. So much for ``where I fly'': but when I strike, and clutch in claw the brain--- Erebus, to such brain, will seem The thin blue dusk of pleasant dream.

I would kiss you, had I the courage.

GENNARO Paise distrutte, creature sperze, fucilazione… E quanta muorte… 'E lloro e 'e nuoste… E quante n'aggio viste… (Atterrito dalla visione che gli ritorna alla memoria più viva con tutti i suoi particolari) 'E muorte so' tutte eguale…»

El deseo es el recuerdo del placer, el miedo es el recuerdo del dolor" Cuentos para adultos infantiles

y Aráoz ya había aprendido que el miedo es una excelente llave para guardar cosas en la memoria.

Primero temí que fuera muy difícil averiguar algo de estos tipos que andan en los servicios de inteligencia, y toda esa mano.

Suerte, casualidad, inteligencia, buenas decisiones. O todo lo contrario. Y el resto de nuestra vida de un lado o del otro. A veces el fútbol se parece tanto a la vida que da miedo.

Creí entender que lo que a veces nos conmueve del dolor ajeno es el temor atávico que ese dolor nos transite a nosotros.

Todos somos cobardes», pensé, «sólo es cuestión de que nos atemoricen lo suficiente».

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.

My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings.

I was walking along a path with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm's edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.

I was walking along the road with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

Love can defeat that nameless terror. Loving one another, we take the sting from death.