Quotes About Fear

Necessity, they say, is the mother of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.

But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had gone mad. I had - for my sins, I suppose - to go through the ordeal of looking into it myself. No eloquence could have been so withering to one's belief in mankind as his final burst of sincerity. He struggled with himself, too. I saw it, - I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself

No fear can stand up to hunger, no patience can wear it out, disgust simply does not exist where hunger is; and as to superstition, beliefs, and what you may call principles, they are less than chaff in a breeze.

The typhoon had got on Jukes' nerves

Vosotros sabéis que odio, detesto, que me resulta intolerable la mentira, no porque sea más recto que los demás, sino porque sencillamente me espanta. Hay un tinte de muerte, un sabor de mortalidad en la mentira que es exactamente lo que más odio y detesto en el mundo, lo que quiero olvidar. Me hace sentir desgraciado y enfermo, como la mordedura de algo corrupto.

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 dulness of exhausted emotion.

Who knows what true loneliness is—not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies--which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world--what I want to forget.

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

Perhaps life is just that...a dream and a fear.

While there's life there is hope, truly; but there is fear, too.

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.

Necessity, they say, is mother of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.

No fear could match the hunger, no patience can exhaust it, repulsion just doesn't exist where there is hunger.

The double row of berths yawned black, like graves tenanted by uneasy corpses.

Por Júpiter, eran flechas! ¡Y nos estaban disparando!

The only secret of her life was her abject terror of the time when her husband would come home to stay for good.

There is something peculiar in a small boat upon the wide seas. Over the lives born from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.

He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision—he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath: "'The horror! The horror!

Mr Verloc felt the latent unfriendliness of all out of doors with a force approaching to positive bodily anguish.

I could be eloquent were I not afraid you fellows had starved your imaginations to feed your bodies.

No hay miedo que pueda hacer frente al hambre, no hay paciencia que la soporte, el asco simplemente no existe donde el hambre es; y en cuanto a las supersticiones, creencias, todo eso que ustedes llamarían principios, son menos que paja enfrentada a la brisa.

Sympathy is a form of fear, above the vulgar conception of time.

Imagination, the enemy of men, the father of all terrors.