Quotes About Fear

The Saudis are more afraid of Iran than they are of ISIS. Iran is Shiite. And ISIS, for all its evil, is Sunni." "And

The Saudis are more afraid of Iran than they are of ISIS. Iran is Shiite. And ISIS, for all its evil, is Sunni." "And from the Saudi perspective," continued Natalie, "a Sunni caliphate is far preferable to a Shiite Crescent that stretches from Iran to Lebanon.

Submarines were treated as rattlesnakes by anyone who sighted them.

But with the new sanctions, the Western companies had to drop out. As the Russian engineer observed, Western companies were "afraid to touch the Bazhenov as if it were a fire."9

it's possible to go through our time on this ball floating in space without realizing that Fear has been pulling our strings all along. Our inner tyrant has made for us most of our choices—even those we were not aware of making. The fucked-up part about it is that Fear makes it easy for us to go along with this. It doesn't hurt us in an obvious way. It numbs us before injecting us with its poison—a slow form of euthanasia that takes a few decades to come to its conclusion. In

the enemy that's going to paralyze you with fear is your own sense of self-importance and your excessive ego. The thought of not living up to the image of yourself that you want everyone to see is a source of tremendous anxiety. At

My grandma was the scariest person I'd ever met, and I could not imagine any man having the ability to terrify me more than her.

If anyone tries to grab you, you know what to do?" I rolled my eyes again. "Cut his dick off." "That's right," Grandma said. She pointed at me and tilted her head up to look me in the eye. "If anybody ever puts their hands on you, you cut their pecker right off.

Throughout the eighties, kidnapping was deployed as an empty threat by overworked, exhausted parents who wanted to keep us close enough to elude Child Protective Services but far enough away to not ever have to see, hear, or smell anything we were playing with.

They're eating the brains." He laughed with his whole body; I could feel him bouncing around on the end of the couch. Watching Faces of Death was a sport for him; who knew how many times he'd seen it. His joy was perverse; as much as I feared his anger, his happiness in the face of destruction made me want to crawl out of my skin.

A cold feeling crept through my body and settled on my skin in a cool sweat as I realized: the person I counted on most in the world was just as powerless as I was.

The thought crossed my mind that I should have been a bit more wary before climbing into a helicopter and flying to God knows where without an escape route.

During that year by the railroad embankment, at the time of my father's complete disaster, distance meant for us not only some faraway lyrical splendor but also the exceedingly utilitarian idea of running away, the deliverance from fear and hunger.

He who is afraid to ask is ashamed of learning.

To own is to fear.

What is play to the cat is death to the mouse.

His main theme is this: If we can dispel our fear of death, we can dispel our fear of life, our fear of living up to our fullest, most spiritual potential. Key to ending fear, he believes, is training people to help make the transition to death a loving, gentle, and normal experience

These voices — the inner critic, the inner nag, the inner pest, the inner jerk and all the other monsters who try to talk you out of moving forward— are the part of you that is threatened by change and progress. We all have them. They are trying to protect you from new and scary things, but they are out of sync with you right now and not helpful. They hate what you are doing, but that doesn't make them right

La mayor parte de los hombres encuentran dificil la virtud. Les resulta mas simple sentir miedo.

You think I am afraid to love you, ma fee? Look at me, my only love, and see how you hold my heart in your hands, see how much I love you when you look into my eyes.

Making love to a Negro isn't frightening; sleeping with him is. Sleep is complete surrender. It's more than nude; it's naked. Anything can happen during the night, when reason sleeps.

Je me souviens de mon effroi devant un premier baiser. Et si l'autre me mangeait la langue? C'est d'abord mon meilleur morceau de viande que je lui confie aveuglément.

The cold numbs before it kills.

Being high felt as if half of me was wandering lost in the streets and half of me was calling out, hoping that I'd make it back before someone took advantage.