Quotes About Fear

Life was going on. I didn't even have a scar, this time, to remind me of what happened. But sometimes, when I glanced sideways at Rogerson in the car, or right before I fell asleep at night, I would have a sudden flash of his face again, how it had literally changed right before my eyes. And even as life settled back to normal, and we never discussed it, there was a part of me waiting, always braced and ready for him to do it again.

It's so stupid," she added softly, "what we do to ourselves because we're afraid. It's so stupid." And she kept her head turned, as if I wasn't even there.

for once life is comfortable, there is nothing to fear, nothing to fight for. Which means in turn that there is nothing to look forward to.

She has always felt safe inside his arms, this beautiful, powerful elder brother, whom so many fear but who has always been as tender as a lover with her.

Sometimes it is useful to fear something too much, for it makes the real thing quite bearable.

They say the bottles lined up along her shelves contain aphrodisiacs, poisons and perfumes, but that only she knows which ones are safe and which lethal, for they carry no labels, and that when she starts to prepare death for someone, the man or woman for whom it is intended feels a terrible shiver run through them, as if they have already been touched by the clammy cold of the grave. Or so they say. They say a great many things about Caterina Sforza. But though there is

When there is fear about the future, it is comforting to take it out on outsiders who can be blamed for the past.

More and more often these days days, though, Holly found herself thinking that perhaps what God wanted was not to be feared or obeyed or even to be worshiped - but maybe God just wanted to be wondered about.

Punish you for what? said Jack. Everything! Nothing. I don't know. That's the problem, said Holly. That's what happens when you grow up the way I did. You spend the rest of your life just waiting for God to smite the shit out of you.

Running and shouting "No" to a puppy may make them stop at the moment, but you'd stop too if someone shouted at you. Your puppy doesn't understand; you'll only succeed in making them afraid of people.

Me - I was not born with enough fuel. My anger often melts into sadness, it will just disintegrate into shame or fear, my clenched teeth release into chatter.

Once, she fell off of a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried about was my face as I watched her fall.

What is it about immortality? With the right sword and shield, we think we can fend off anger, fear, and hatred. If our legs are strong enough, we think we can outrun age, loss, and death.

The trouble with comparing yourself to others is that there are too many others. Using all others as your control group, all your worst fears and all your fondest hopes are at once true. You are good; you are bad; you are abnormal; you are just like everyone else.

Far, far easier to batten down the hatches and lock the world out than take a chance.

Ever after she lived alongside the knowledge that nothing on this earth could protect her completely.

Or," Jonah adds, panting, "if she sees us in her room, she might get freaked out and throw Frederic

Jonah's eyes widen. "Do you think she'd eat our lungs and livers, too?" Snow nods. "She might." "Do you think she'd use ketchup? I bet they'd be pretty gross without ketchup.

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

What if she never made any friends and she spent her lunches hiding in the girls' bathroom trying not to turn into a bitten?

Just to make sure it wasn't cancer. Or a heart attack. Or lymphangioleiomyomatosis. Which, sure, only affected one out of a million people, but it started with a cough, and if you were the one out of a million, then you were done-like-dinner within the year.

The same wakefulness the individual Calvinist was to use to keep watch over his own sins Winthrop and Cotton called for also in the group at large. This humility, this fear, was what kept their delusions of grandeur in check. That's what subsequent generations lost. From New England's Puritans we inherited the idea that America is blessed and ordained by God above all nations, but lost the fear of wrath and retribution.

Then, as if getting blown up is not enough to worry about, after I take a seat on the steps, I get a look at the choir. Thirty singers and from where I'm sitting, it looks like only two of them are black. It's not like I'm saying suburban white people shouldn't sing. Because I love Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher.

I have watched enough science fiction films to accept that humanity's unchecked pursuit of learning will end with robots taking over the world.