Quotes About Fear

A matter, as the famous book intoned, of finding the shade of the parachute that best complemented you. But really: With no parachute at all you'd hit the pavement so hard it probably wouldn't even hurt, and you'd unleash a whole new color palate-bone, blood, muscle-in the process.

Life is exactly as terrifying as you want it to be.

Fear comes from ego; it's not a soul-level thing. And there's a lot of reasons for humans to have fear: a fear of not being good enough, a fear of not being able to do something well. Fear helps to develop ego, and ego helps to develop fear. They go in a circle. Fear usually is an absence of connection to spirit—not

Fear is the absence of spiritual connection, meaning it's the relative absence of love, meaning it's the relative absence of light.

Is war perhaps nothing else but a need to face death, to conquer and master it, to come out of it alive -- a peculiar form of denial of our mortality?

It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time, we never see it.

We need to teach the next generation of children from day one that they are responsible for their lives. Mankind's greatest gift, also its greatest curse, is that we have free choice. We can make our choices built from love or from fear.

She wasn't afraid that Nils wouldn't accept the news well. He always accepted everything with equanimity, because he said everything had its reason.

I'm like a doll, she thought. I'm not real. As she sat at dinner with her family, this sense of unreality became almost frightening.

As the only girl growing up among three brothers, I was always afraid of being excluded. If there was a game to be played, a sport to be learned, a competition to join, I was on my feet and ready. I didn't spend much time alone for fear that I'd miss out.

I don't know. I'm scared that out there, someday I'll look around and realize forty years have passed and no one can see me. That I'm gone.

I'm scared that out there, someday I'll look around and realize forty years have passed and no one can see me. That I'm gone.

I wasn't afraid of the dark. I was afraid of the light—the future.

I start to run down the hill, but did I mention I can't feel my feet? They slip out from under me. I tumble head over heels, down, down, down until I splash into a stream. The icy water soaks through my clothes and bites into my skin. Why couldn't Elsa have had warm magical powers?

With all my might, I heave the axe into the ice, just inches from Kristoff's head. Oops.

He HAD seen the world. It had been scary at times, but also exhilarating. Who could have imagined it would be such a complicated, interesting place?...When you saw different parts of the world, you saw different parts of yourself. And when you stayed home, where it was safe, those parts of yourself also stayed hidden.

She was feeling more vulnerable and alone than she had felt in years. And incredibly frightened. For all her fiercely held independence, she still desperately craved solace. A secret desire to be held, protected. Loved? No, that was going to far. Love was a manipulation. A lie. Lust was more honest. Lust only messed with your body not your mind.

Being single is a great thing. Some people can't do it -- or are afraid to do it. Many people lose themselves in their relationships and forget who they are instead of learning from the other person and bettering themselves.

Celebrity or no celebrity, I think a lot of females deal with the fear of being abducted.

When it does arrive, I begin without fear; or, at least, I have only a weak trembling, which I should soon lose, if he did not call up one of those frowns which infallibly condemn me to silence and to terror. But I know, and he knows too if he would but own it, that I do think; that I was born to think:—and I will think.

Everyone around her was just between escaping something and not knowing what might come for them next. All they could do was find those people whose hands they would hold fast when they ran.

I am very well and shall be better for the change, though Robert is dreadfully afraid, as usual, that I shall fall to pieces at the first motion....

Poor France, poor France! News of the dreadful massacre at Paris just reaches us, and the letters and newspapers not arriving to-day, everybody fears a continuation of the crisis. How is it to end? Who 'despairs of the republic?' Why, I do! I fear, I fear, that it cannot stand in France, and you seem to have not much more hope.

The cholera makes me very frightened for my dearest people in London, and silence, the last longer than usual, ploughs up my days and nights into long furrows. The disease rages in the neighbourhood of my husband's family, and though Wimpole Street has been hitherto clear, who can calculate on what may be?