Quotes About Fear

Snakes, knives, strangers, darkening in the sky— you felt some things with your whole body. What they might mean.

Sometimes they cried out at night, small thin cries that never woke them. The sound would stop as she started up the stairs, however softly, and when she reached their rooms she would find them all quietly asleep, the source of the cry hiding in silence, like a cricket. Just her coming was enough to still the creature.

La peur vient de vos parents et d'autres membres de votre entourage. Ce sont eux qui la construisent en vous. On est tellement innocent au début; on ne sait pas

Mothers are like cops. They always believe the worst.

Luca Brasi was such a man. But he was such an extraordinary man that for a long time nobody could kill him. Most of these people are of no concern to ourselves but a Brasi is a powerful weapon to be used. The trick is that since he does not fear death and indeed looks for it, then the trick is to make yourself the only person in the world that he truly desires not to kill him. He has only that one fear, not of death, but that you may be the one to kill him. He is yours then.

The trick is that since he does not fear death and indeed looks for it, then the trick is to make yourself the only person in the world that he truly desires not to kill him. He has only that one fear, not of death, but that you may be the one to kill him. He is yours then.

The don knew that love is not a reliable emotion to matter how deep. Love does not ensure gratitude, does not ensure obedience, does not provide harmony in so difficult a world. No one understood this better than Don Clericuzio. To inspire true love, one also had to be feared. Love alone was contemptible, it was nothing if it did not also include trust and obedience. What good was love to him if it did not acknowledge his rule?

An intelligent, reasonable man in most cases has nothing to fear from women. You must beware of two things. Number one and most dangerous: the damsel in distress. Two: a woman who has more ambition than you do.

The trick is that since he does not fear death and indeed looks for it, then the trick is to make yourself the only person in the world that he truly desires not to kill him. He has only that one fear, not of death, but that you may be the one to kill him. He is yours then." It

If by some misfortune an honest man like yourself made enemies they would become my enemies - the Don raised his arm, finger pointing at Bonasera - and then, believe me, they would fear you.

escribir lo que no se había vivido, lo que sólo se había querido vivir, era también una manera —cobarde y tímida— de vivirlo...

Los zorros del desierto de Sechura aúllan como demonios cuando llega la noche; ¿sabes por qué?: para quebrar el silencio que los aterroriza.

Nostalgia is cowardice

They had forgotten the abuses, the murders, the corruption, the spying, the isolation, the fear: horror had become myth. Everybody had jobs and there wasn't so much crime.

Pareciera que en el fondo de todos nosotros hubiese un monstruo. Que sólo espera el momento propicio para salir a la luz y causar estragos.

Perhaps it was true that because of the disastrous governments that came afterward, many Dominicans missed Trujillo now. They had forgotten the abuses, the murders, the corruption, the spying, the isolation, the fear: horror had become myth. "Everybody had jobs and there wasn't so much crime.

I know what a man feels close to the woman he loves, but he's affraid to do anything

Don't be afraid Mr. Onaka, we need you because none of us drives. Can you imagine anything as dumb as that? They were going to make a revolution and they didn't even know how to drive a car.

En las casi 4 semanas que pasó allá, negociando el alquiler del Henry Reed, obtuvo muchas informaciones, pero, siempre, con la sensación de que nadie llegaba al fondo de las cosas, que incluso las gentes mejor intencionadas le ocultaban algo y se lo ocultaban a sí mismos, temerosos de enfrentar una verdad terrible y acusadora

No saber la hora lo angustió de nuevo. A veces lo olvidaba, pero la menor inquietud, duda, zozobra, hacía que la punzante ansiedad de no saber en qué momento del día o de la noche se hallaba le produjera hielo en el corazón, la sensación de haber sido expulsado del tiempo, de vivir en un limbo donde no existían el antes, el ahora ni el después

Don Rigoberto vio cómo, al paso de la carroza fúnebre, muchos transeúntes se hacían la señal de la cruz. «El miedo a morir», pensó.

Ha olvidado los hechos minúsculos, idénticos, que constituían su vida, esos días que siguieron al descubrimiento de que tampoco podía confiar en su madre, pero no ha olvidado el desánimo, la amargura, el rencor, el miedo que reinaban en su corazón y que ocupaban sus noches.

Funnily enough, it is the subject one dreads talking about at length one ends up talking about at length, often without the slightest provocation.

Life does not belong to you. It is the apartment you rent. Love without fear, for love is an airplane that carries you to new lands. There is a universe in silence. A tunnel to peace in a scream. Get a good night's sleep. Laugh when you can. You are more magical than you know. Take your advice from the elderly and children. None of it as crucial as you think, but that makes it no less vital. Our lives go on, and on. Look for the breadcrumbs.