Quotes About Fear

So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

Jeff Spender

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. Now, pick up your feet

And then, to the sound of death, the sound of the jets cutting the sky into two black pieces beyond the horizon, he would lie in the loft, hidden and safe, watching those strange new stars over the rim of the earth, fleeing from the soft colour of dawn.

If I fell from here, it would surely kill me." He let a pebble drop. Moments later it clicked on the rocks below. "The Lord would never forgive me." He tossed another pebble. "It wouldn't be suicide, would it, if I did it out of Love …?

He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid. Like here, standing. If he should scream, if he should holler for help, would it matter?

?t ph?i có cái gì Ä'ó trong nh?ng cu?n sách, nh?ng th? ta không th? hình dung, nó khi?n cho ng??i Ä'àn bà ? l?i trong c?n nhà cháy, ph?i có cái gì ??y ? trong Ä'ó. Em ? l?i Ä'âu ph?i ch?ng vì má»™t cái gì.

So many people are. Afraid of firemen, I mean. But you're just a man, after all...

Quando ci dimentichiamo quanto siano vicine la notte, e le selvagge solitudini, qualche giorno il deserto verrà a prenderci, perché avremo dimenticato quanto terribile e reale possa essere.

Afraid of the word "politics" (which eventually became a synonym for Communism

matinees had borrowed freely from those ancient tales. And that the stories we learned in Sunday school corresponded with those of other cultures that recognized the soul's high adventure, the quest of mortals to grasp the reality of God. He helped me to see the connections, to understand how the pieces fit, and not merely to fear less but to welcome what he described as "a mighty multicultural future.

The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time.

Madness alone is truly terrifying, inasmuch as you cannot placate it by threats, persuasion, or bribes.

For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away.

He did not care what the end would be, and in his lucid moments overvalued his indifference. The danger, when not seen, has the imperfect vagueness of human thought. The fear grows shadowy; and Imagination, the enemy of men, the father of all terrors, unstimulated, sinks to rest in the dullness of exhausted emotion.

She feared the unknown as we all do, and her ignorance made the unknown infinitely vast.

And after all, one does not die of it. Die of what? I asked swiftly. Of being afraid.

Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.

Necessity, they say, is the mother of invention, but fear too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions. Nice little saloon, isn't it I said, as if noticing it for the first time. At noon I gave no orders for change of course, and the mates whiskers grew much concerned and seemed to be offering themselves to my unduly notice.

The wicked people were gone, but fear remained.Fear always remains. A man may destroy everything within himself, love and hate and belief, and even doubt; but as long as he clings to life the cannot destroy fear: the fear, subtle, indestructible, and terrible, that pervades his being; that tinges his thoughts; that lurks in his heart; what watches on his lips the struggle of his last breath.

Fatalism is born of the fear of failure, for we all believe that we carry success in our own hands, and we suspect that our hands are weak.

It was like a weary pilgrimage amongst hints for nightmares.