Quotes About Fear

I am not afraid of robots. I am afraid of people, people, people. I want them to remain human.

I know, I know. You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. Man, when I was younger 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.

Suddenly, he needed the gun again, to touch the shape of killing, like touching that wild old man.

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He realised he and his mother were alone. Her hand trembled. He felt the tremble. Why? But she was bigger, stronger, more intelligent than himself, wasn't she? Did she, too, feel that intangible menace? That groaning out of darkness? That crouching malignancy down below? Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assaults of midnights? Doubts flushed him.

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

One of the characteristic aspects of our time is that we fear the future. We fear the unholy powers unleashed by science. We fear the absolute power of states more tyrannical than the tyrannies of the past because they strive to rule men's minds as well as their bodies. And writers, who can imagine the dreadful details of such a future more vividly than the rest of us, write books capable of troubling our sleep indefinitely. . . .

Will's father struck one blow before his left hand was seized, held, squeezed. As the boys watched, shouting, they saw Charles Halloway gasp and fall to one knee. Mr. Dark squeezed that left hand harder

Se les dio otro trabajo, el de custodios de la paz de nuestras mentes, el centro de nuestro comprensible y recto temor a ser inferiores. El bombero se transformó en censor, juez y ejecutor oficial.

And the trip? Exactly one half terror, exactly one half exhilaration.

Mildred had already anticipated this in a quavery voice.

Borracho de vida, y sin conocer el rumbo siguiente. Pero antes del amanecer uno ya está en marcha. ¿Y el viaje? Exactamente la mitad terror, la mitad júbilo.

You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. Man, when I was younger I shoved my ignorance in people's faces. They beat me with sticks.

There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood. Good God, who were those men? I never saw them before in my life!

The speedometer read 110. My stomach was stone like the stone walls rushing left and right. Up over a hill, down into a valley. "Can't we go a bit faster?" I asked, hoping for the opposite. "Done!" said Finn, and made it 120. "That will do it nicely," I said, in a faint voice, wondering what lay ahead.

They came because they were afraid or unafraid, because they were happy or unhappy, because they felt like Pilgrims or did not feel like Pilgrims. There was a reason for each man.

Death makes everything else sad. But death itself only scares. If there wasn't death, all other things wouldn't get tainted.

finding the highest cliff to jump off.

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.

Sometimes i'm ancient. I'm afraid of children my own age. They kill each other... I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid. My Uncle says his grandfather remembered when children didn't kill each other. But that was a long time ago when they had things different. They believed in responsibility...

Jim gazed fiercely deep into the bottomless sea, where now only the pure light glanced back at itself (Bradbury 63). This text not only describes what Jim is seeing, but also scared of what he does not know. He sees that is glanced back, of how he described the maze.

Shades slithered, doors boomed, keys rattled their bones in locks, people fled with hordes of torn newspaper mice nibbling their heels.

Montag, os velhos que ficam em casa, receosos, cuidando de seus ossos quebradiços como casca de amendoim, não têm nenhum direito de criticar.

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 younger 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.[...]