Quotes About Fear

If lying seems the only option, given your fear or physical limitations, it clearly shifts the burden of combating evil onto others.

we spend most of our lives forgetting this truth—overlooking it, fleeing it, repudiating it. And the horror is that we succeed. We manage to avoid being happy while struggling to become happy, fulfilling one desire after the next, banishing our fears, grasping at pleasure, recoiling from pain—and thinking, interminably, about how best to keep the whole works up and running.

when we merely want to know how people behaved in the past, we dub our interests "historical" or "journalistic"; and when a person's commitment to evidence and logic grows dangerously thin or simply snaps under the burden of fear, wishful thinking, tribalism, or ecstasy, we recognize that he is being "religious.

One night in the House of Drinking and Smoking we were victims of what I would later call a home invasion. I didn't know the term then. I think I learned it later, from a rap song, or a movie based loosely on a newspaper columnist's fear of a rap song.

Sorcery," said Idris, leering horribly. The soldier backed away hastily.

Now? Why now? Why am I missing her now, Frankie? Why not then? When she was there? Why am I afraid that I'm gonna' lose her when she's already gone. And this fear--this fear swarms through me--floods my whole body 'til there's nothing left. Nothing left of me. And then it turns--it turns to a fear for my whole life. Like my whole life is lost from losing her. Gone. That I'll die like this. Lost. Just lost.

birds back home have some size and respect for human temper. How did fear and respect become synonymous?

Mum, since when have you ever decided whether or not to do something based on an assumption that you will fail?" I asked. "If I think everyone else will be better than me, then you're right, I shouldn't try. But if that is my approach, maybe I should just preemptively admit defeat and retire now.

I was chilled by the promise of protection that had drawn a child out of a basement and onto an exposed Sarajevan playground.

The ugly political winds in the United States contrasted sharply with the earnest gravity of the occasion. Donald Trump had launched his campaign for president on a platform that blatantly stoked fear about immigrants and refugees, falsely depicting them as criminals and terrorists who were cannily masquerading as persecuted civilians.

So afraid to go outside, to be happy, to be with other people, because they do not understand what it is like.

I cry and wonder how I'm going to fall asleep because sleeping means waking and going through all this again.

I don't like this idea It is too much focus on something I am trying to forget I am afraid that this attention to detail will only fuel my anxiety

The panic, a voice in the distance -loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to ignore.

I cry and wonder how I am going to fall asleep because sleeping means waking and going through all this again.

It feels like I have a raging fever, like my insides are melting. This must be what it feels like the moment before you die.

Putting the potential for damage into someone else's hands is scary. I have to have control, even if it is the power to self-destruct.

This was about twelve years ago, when I was just starting out in the business. There was this fearsome old pirate called Greenbeard. Killed hundreds of people, sank ships, robbed, plundered, pillaged, was generally unpleasant. You know the type.' 'Why was his beard green?' 'It wasn't. But the other colours were taken. (...)

Happiness, said he, must be something solid and permanent, without fear and without uncertainty.

Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find? Must dull Suspense corrupt the stagnant Mind? Must helpless Man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the Torrent of his Fate? Must no Dislike alarm, no Wishes rise, Nor Cries invoke the Mercies of the Skies? Enquirer, cease, Petitions yet remain Which Heaven may hear, nor deem Religion vain. Still raise for Good the supplicating Voice, But leave to Heaven the Measure and the Choice.

You must not neglect doing a thing immediately good from fear of remote evil; --from fear of its being abused.

And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.    While

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win

The Roman tyrant was content to be hated, if he was but feared; and there are thousands of the readers of romances willing to be thought wicked, if they may be allowed to be wits.