Quotes About Fear

Only a fool is not afraid.

Creative scientists and saints expect revelation and do not fear it. Neither do children. But as we grow up and we are hurt, we learned not to trust.

It was a dark and stormy night.

We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift.

The truth is that I hate to think about other people reading my books, Miranda said. It's like watching someone go through the box of private stuff that I keep under my bed.

And I can't say it now. I can't say what I want to say. I hold you-- I-- I clutch you, because I love you so desperately, and time is so short, we have such a little time in which to live and be young, even at best, and I put my arms around you and hold you because I want to love you while I can and I want to know I'm loving you, only it doesn't mean anything because you aren't afraid. You aren't frightened so that you want to clutch it all while you can.

when I'm mad I don't have room to be scared.

We have to make decisions, and we can't make them if they're based on fear.

Jesus, who comes across in the Gospels as extraordinarily strong, begged in the garden, with drops of sweat like blood running down his face, that he might be spared the terrible cup ahead of him, the betrayal and abandonment by his friends, death on the cross. Because Jesus cried out in anguish, we may too. But our fear is less frequent and infinitely less if we are close to the Creator. Jesus, having cried out, then let his fear go, and moved on.

As long as we know what it's about, then we can have the courage to go wherever we are asked to go, even if we fear that the road may take us through danger and pain.

It may be that we have lost our ability to hold a blazing coal, to move unfettered through time, to walk on water, because we have been taught that such things have to be earned; we should deserve them; we must be qualified. We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift. But a child rejoices in presents!

It really helped ever so much because it made me mad, and when I'm mad I don't have room to be scared.

I hate it! Charles Wallace cried passionately. I hate the Dark Thing!

Meg looked. The dark shadow was still there. It had not lessened or dispersed with the coming of night. And where the shadow was, the stars were not visible. What could there be about a shadow that was so terrible that she knew that there had never been before or ever would be again, anything that would chill her with a fear that was beyond shuddering, beyond crying or screaming, beyond the possibility of comfort?

Not so much of dying, if—I'm afraid of annihilation. Of not being.

Children are less easily frightened than we are.... they all understand princesses, of course. Haven't they all been badly bruised by peas?

We show our fear of silence in our conversation: I wonder if the orally-minded Elizabethans used "um" and "er" the way we do?

I was filled with anxiety that something might happen to him while we were far from home. I did not voice my fear or write about them in my journal, because that would have given them a reality I desperately desired to avoid

But our fear and our rejection does not take away from truth, and truth is what the Bible instructs us to know in order that we may be free.

But as she had felt she was beyond fear, so now she was beyond screaming.

Don't be afraid to be afraid.

And I was, as clearly as I can express something that is really unexpressible, out on the other side of fear.

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability.

Don't be afraid to be afraid.