Quotes About Fear

Then there was a fight between our oxen-drivers, one of them attempting to stab the other with a knife, and Robert rushing in between till Peni and I were nearly frantic with fright. No harm happened, however, except that Robert had his trousers torn. And we escaped afterwards certain banditti, who stopped a carriage only the day before on the very road we travelled, and robbed it of sixty-two scudi.

Spooky," I whispered under my breath, and wondered if the last thing I ever said was going to be a not-very-funny physics joke.

Scared of Farweather. Scared of whether or not my gravity trick was going to work if there was another living body in the way of it, or whether Farweather would have better control—or whether the ship itself would intervene with some kind of failsafe to protect her. And I was scared as well of what I might do if my plan worked and I actually did get the upper hand

Angelo's description hadn't prepared Vincent for the reality of Kii. That serpentine shape emerging from camouflaging jungle triggered atavistic responses, an adrenaline spike for which his watch barely compensated. He took one unwilling step back anyway, shivering, and forced himself to pretend to be calm.

The deeps stretched out before him, chilling his soul and leaving him quailing and courageless in their regard.

His own blood could not chill, but it might as well have, from the prickling sensation that crept along his arms.

Fyodor came up behind him, a wolf among wolves, and pressed his body against the boy's narrow back. Vanya moved back, shifting from foot to foot, an anxious whine hovering low in his throat. Ian shivered harder, Keith and Fyodor holding him tight, arms around each other's shoulders, eyes meeting as Ian buried his head in his father's shoulder and folded into the embrace.

Keith dreamed of dragons again, and awoke cold in his bed, curled into a ball that would have been his tail tucked tight across his nose and eyes if he had been in wolf's shape.

You think you're fine. You think you get through it all right. And then you wake up sure the cold sweat on your face is blood, so real you can taste it.

They were alone in the corridor, though the wail of the siren and the thump of emergency lights on her retinas made her shudder with adrenaline.

Not trying to stare the Dragon in the eye seemed to ease her.

Whatever confidence came to her when she gripped a knife didn't serve her here.

The anxiety was bad. The sense of all the ways things could go wrong loomed intensely over me, congealed in a breathless knot behind my sternum. And I kept coming up with new ones.

I don't want to think what might have Col. Frederick Valens running scared.

I could mess up the gravity and get squished. I could get sealed in and spend the rest of my objectively quite short but subjectively probably very long and unhappy existence like a jellyfish in the tubes, drifting along, unable to get out. And both of these seemed preferable in my head to the idea that I was going to have to climb out of this accessway and go get into a physical confrontation with somebody who was armed and didn't mind conflict in the slightest.

The red wolf blurred and retreated, a smooth, reshaping of form that left him standing, nude, facing her. Seeker bit her lip and kept her gaze an his eyes, telling herself the breathless pain she felt was nothing but nervousness.

Selene, waiting on Her attention, stared through the tall glass plates, tail lashing, ears still laid flat, and willed herself to clam. Fear-and-fight were not her friends. They were th animal, the instinct that made her a superlative warrior. But the threat had been left behind on the ground, and Selene was in the Tower, in Her presence. Safe.

Smart, funny Maman. If one must clean one's room every time there are monsters under the bed, pretty soon-voilá!-no monsters!

She pressed to the wall between that window and the door and held her breath, praying like the spider that no eye would fall on her, as Lady Ariane Conn and her knights brought the naked prisoner from Engline.

I dreamed, and they were the terrible dreams that I had been turning out for twenty ans.

Tomorrow, I won't have to worry about not being real anymore.

If I had had a soul it would have quailed.

I don't engage in murdering sentients for commerce," I said. "Case closed." "You're programmed not to," she admitted. "That's not ethics. I want to know the real you." There was a pause while she examined her fingernails. "Unless you're afraid of what you'll learn.

I have to get out of here. The bastards have Will.