Quotes About Fear

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

Não sei, respondeu rapidamente no medo de que a receptividade que conseguira desaparecesse e se achasse defronte de oito rostos aborrecidos ou hostis. - Não sei ou sei, é conforme, acho que me apavora um bocado o amor que os outros têm por mim e eu por eles e receio viver isso até ao fim, inteiramente, entregar-me às coisas e lutar por elas enquanto tiver força, e quando a força se acabar arranjar mais força para prosseguir o combate.

Where Do Emotive Responses Come From? The answer to this question is clear. Emotive responses originate in specific brain systems—sometimes in a specific region—responsible for commanding the varied components of the response: the chemical molecules that must be secreted, the visceral changes that must be accomplished, the movements of face, limbs, or whole body that are part of a particular emotion, be it fear, anger, or joy.

In my mind ran the immortal line of James Thurber, that phrase at once so intensely comic and so pregnant with suggestions of unnameable terror: "Now we go up to the garrick and become warbs." We were going up to the garrick all right, and warbs suddenly seemed the least terrifying of the things we might become.

The fear of missing out means today's media, more than ever before, hunts in a pack. In these modes it is like a feral beast, just tearing people and reputations to bits. But no-one dares miss out.

When jealousy rears up, it indicates that something inside of you is afraid. It's an alarm, nothing less and nothing more. Treat it as such.

It is a great mystery that though the human heart longs for Truth, in which alone it finds liberation and delight, the first reaction of human beings to Truth is one of hostility and fear!

What is love?"; "The total absence of fear," said the Master; "What is it we fear?"; "Love," said the Master.

If you ever allow yourself to see it will be the death of you. And that is why love is so terrifying, for to love is to see and to see is to die. But it is the most delightful exhilarating experience in the whole world. For in the death of the ego is freedom, peace, serenity, joy.

there's not a single evil in the world that you cannot trace to fear. Not one.

A tu gde je strah nema ljubavi, jer uvek mrzimo ono ?ega se plašimo.

The first reaction is one of fear. It's not that we fear the unknown. You cannot fear something that you do not know. Nobody is afraid of the unknown. What you really fear is the loss of the known. That's what you fear.

So spend some time seeing each of the things you cling to for what it really is, a nightmare that causes you excitement and pleasure on the one hand but also worry, insecurity, tension, anxiety, fear, unhappiness on the other.

Look at it this way: You see persons and things not as they are but as you are. If you wish to see them as they are you must attend to your attachments and the fears that your attachments generate.

Finalmente,tus miedos: si supieras que

Si quieres verlas tal como ellas son, debes prestar atención a tus apegos y a los miedos que tales apegos engendran. Porque, cuando encaras la vida, son esos apegos y esos miedos los que deciden qué es lo que tienes que ver y lo que tienes que ignorar. Y sea cual sea lo que veas, ello va a absorber tu atención.

Mejor dicho: experimentas un instante de placer, que en modo alguno constituye la felicidad, porque viene acompañado de un difuso temor a que, en cualquier momento, ese mundo de cosas y personas que con tanto esfuerzo has conseguido construir escape a tu control y te llene de frustración, que es algo que, tarde o temprano, acaba siempre por suceder

And there's not a single evil in the world that you cannot trace to fear. Not one.

Terrific or terrifying, depending on your point of view.

This, she realizes, is the basis of all fear. That a light you are powerless to stop will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark.

And yet she can tell he is visited by fears so immense, so multiple, that she can almost feel the terror pulsing inside him. As though some beast breathes all the time at the windowpanes of his mind.

Fear of the thing," Maher murmurs, more to himself than to Omeir, "will be more powerful than the thing itself.

And as he looked, turning the leaf over and back, Aethon saw that the cities on both sides of the page, the dark ones and the bright ones, were one and the same, that there is no peace without war, no life without death, and he was afraid.

We are mice, he thinks, and the sky swirls with hawks.