Quotes About Fear

Books were only a receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we would forget.

Listen. Easy now, said the old man gently. I know, I know. You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. Man, when I was young I shoved my ignorance in people's faces. They beat me with sticks. By the time I was forty my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cutting point for me. If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.

Oh, it started very small. In 1959 and '60 it was a grain of sand. They began by controlling books of cartoons and then detective books and, of course, films, one way or another, one group or another, political bias, religious prejudice, union pressures; there was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves.

His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey.

The bombers crossed the sky and crossed the sky over the house, gasping, murmuring, whistling like an immense, invisible fan, circling in emptiness.

Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness.

There were fireworks the very first night, things that you should be afraid of perhaps, for they might remind you of other more horrible things, but these were beautiful, rockets that ascended into the ancient soft air of Mexico and shook the stars apart in blue and white fragments.

They passed a law. Oh, it started very small. In 1950 and '60 it was a grain of sand. They began by controlling books of cartoons and then detective books and, of course, films, one way or another, one group or another, political bias, religious prejudice, union pressures; there was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves.

C?rÈ›ile nu erau decât un fel de receptacul în care oamenii înmagazinau o mulÈ›ime de cunoÈ™tinÈ›e pe care se temeau c-ar putea s? le uite. Nu e nimic magic în c?rÈ›i; magic e doar ceea ce spun c?rÈ›ile È™i însuÈ™i faptul c? în ele peticele universului sunt îns?ilate într-un veÈ™mânt pe m?sura noastr?.

The jet bombers going over, going over, going over, one two, one two, six of them, nine of them, twelve of them, one and one and one and another and another and another, did all the screaming for him.

Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays? You sound so very old Sometimes I'm ancient. I'm afraid of children my own age. They kill each other. Did it always used to be that way?

Entende agora porque os livros são odiados e temidos? Eles mostram os poros no rosto da vida.

Strange. Half my years afraid of life. The other half, afraid of death. Always some kind of afraid.

Tom grabbed his arm and pointed gasping, at the dime-store window. They stood there, unable to move because of the things from another world displayed so neatly, so innocently, so frighteningly, there. 'Pencils, Doug, ten thousand pencils!' 'Oh, my gosh!' 'Nickel tablets, dime tablets, notebooks, erasers, water colors, rulers, compasses, a hundred thousand of them!' 'Don't look. Maybe it's just a mirage.

Non più tardi dell'altra sera, ogni cosa era perfetta, poi, ad un tratto, mi sono accorto che stavo affogando. Per quante volte un uomo può andare a fondo e rimanere ancora vivo?

Cuando en la oscuridad olvidamos lo cerca que estamos del vacío, algún día se presentará y se apoderará de nosotros, porque habremos olvidado lo terrible y real que puede ser.

Montag ran. He could feel the Hound, like autumn, come cold and dry and swift, like a wind that didn't stir grass, that didn't jar windows or disturb leaf shadows on the white sidewalks as it passed. The Hound did not touch the world. It carried its silence with it, so you could feel the silence building up a pressure behind you all across town. Montag felt the pressure rising, and ran.

I'm so scared i could sprinkle dust.

I libri erano soltanto una specie di veicolo, di ricettacolo in cui riponevamo tutte le cose che temevamo di poter dimenticare. Non c'è nulla di magico, nei libri; la magia sta solo in ciò che essi dicono, nel modo in cui hanno cucito le pezze dell'Universo per mettere insieme così un mantello onde rivestirci.

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There's nothing magical in them at all. Magic is only what books mean, what books say. How they stitch the patterns of the universe together into one garment for us.

Somos miles de milones, es excesivo. Nadie conoce a nadie. Llegan unos desconocidos y te violan, llegan unos desconocidos y te desgarran el corazón. Llegan unos desconocidos y se te llevan la sangre.

The nightmare of living was begun.

Y a esta enfermedad la llamaban la soledad, porque cuando uno ve que su casa se reduce hasta tener el tamaño de un puño, de una nuez, de una cabeza de alfiler, y luego desaparece detrás de una estela de fuego, uno siente que nunca ha nacido, que no hay ciudades, que uno no está en ninguna parte, y sólo hay espacio alrededor, sin nada familiar, sólo otros hombres extraños.

Siempre había una minoría que tenía miedo de algo, y una gran mayoría que tenía miedo de la oscuridad, miedo del futuro, miedo del presente, miedo de ellos mismo y de las sombras de ellos mismos.