Quotes About Fear

Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one's courage.

I have no fear of your femaleness.

I can only make notes. With Staff, it is my idealization of myself and others. Behind my masochism lies sadism. Behind my indirectness does not lie femininity, but a crippled, fearful self who does not dare. Behind my idealizations lie a primitive woman, indirect uses of power, subtle forms of destructiveness, this hunger.

Djuna, you're taking me to the bottom of the sea to live, like a real mermaid. I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living. But you, poor Rango, you're from the mountain, water is not your element. You won't be happy. Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel. Where are we sailing now? - Anaïs Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.

Coming near him like a ballet dancer she took a leap towards him, and he, frightened by her vehemence, and fearing that she would crash against him, instinctively became absolutely rigid, and she felt herself embracing a statue.

Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all I would reveal such a mixture of innocence and duplicity, generosity and calculation, fear and courage, I cannot tell the whole truth simply because I would have to write four journals at once.

Jeanne, I fell asleep among the paintings, where I could sit for many days worshipping your portrait. I fell in love with your portrait, Jeanne, because it will never change. I have such a fear of seeing you grow old, Jeanne, I fell in love with an unchanging you that will never be taken away from me. I was wishing you would die, so that no one could take you away from me, and I would love the painting of you as you would look eternally.

Health is your most treasured gift. As long as you have it, you are independent, master of yourself. Illness grabs the soul. You plunge in and out of hope, fearing you will never recover. All that I have been, all that I am, all that I might become no longer exist. I am alone. Nothing can distract from the truth of this finality. How

At the very least," she'd written to me once, "when we die we will be as if asleep, in the same place we were before birth, so why fear death? Scattered on the wind, unaware as we were before we came into this world, with no memory of any of it.

At the very least, when we die we will be as if asleep, in the same place we were before birth, so why fear death? Scattered on the wind, unaware as we were before we came into this world, with no memory of any of it.

A word and everything is saved. A word and all is lost.

There's no better cure for the fear of taking after one's father, than not to know who he is.

El hombre no puede descubrir nuevos océanos a menos que tenga el coraje de perder de vista la costa.

Je sens en moi, confusément, des aspirations extraordinaires, des sortes de lames de fond, des mouvements, des agitations incompréhensibles, et que je ne veux pas chercher à comprendre, que je ne veux même pas observer, par crainte de les empêcher de se produire.

Natanael, am s?-È›i vorbesc despre aÈ™tept?ri. Am v?zut câmpia dup? arÈ™iÈ›a verii, aÈ™teptând; aÈ™teptând un pic de ploaie. Praful de pe drumuri devenise prea uÈ™or È™i fiecare adiere îl stârnea. Nu mai era nici m?car o dorin??; era o temere. P?mântul cr?pa de secet? pentru a primi mai bine ploaia. Miresmele florilor de câmpie deveneau aproape de nesuportat. Totul leÈ™ina sub soare.

La peur du ridicule obtient de nous les pires lâchetés

What makes something special is not just what you have to gain, but what you feel there is to lose.

The house was quiet, my room dark and still. I lay awake and thought of all the good men on TV who'd been shot in the head. I saw again the dead soldiers lying on the ground , and until Pop had cried over us, I hadn't thought much about Jeb and me having to go and fight, too. But in only nine years I'd be as old as the dead, and it'd be my turn, wouldn't it?

There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.

The fear of finding oneself alone – that is what they suffer from – and so they don't find themselves at all.

Men dream things — because men must have that which is beyond human reckoning to satisfy the need for comfort and a hedge against fear.

The dark was hissing and hot and hard with a jagged bone, a cold brutal bone, and hips packed tight. The dark wasn't just at night. The dark was any time, any place; you open your eyes and the dark is there, right up against you, pressing. You can't see anything and you don't know any names, not who they are or the names for what they do...

The Right in the United States today is a social and political movement controlled almost totally by men but built largely on the fear and ignorance of women.