Quotes About Afraid

Oh boy. "Aren't you afraid that might express personal interest?" His smile was a little naughty. "I've had my tongue down your throat. I'm pretty sure I've already expressed personal interest.

When I'm in turmoil, when I can't think, when I'm exhausted and afraid and feeling very, very alone, I go for walks. It's just one of those things I do. I walk and I walk and sooner or later something comes to me, something to make me feel less like jumping off a building.

Oh. Is this, um, Harry Dresden? The, ah, wizard?" Her tone was apologetic, as though she were terribly afraid she would be insulting me. No, I thought. It's Harry Dresden the, ah, lizard. Harry the wizard is one door down.

Martha Stewart is extremely talented. Her designs are picture perfect. Our philosophy is life is messy, and rather than being afraid of those messes we design products that work the way we live.

In a relationship a little jealousy is healthy Why? Because it is nice to know that someone is afraid to lose you.

A little jealousy in a relationship is healthy. It's always nice to know someone's afraid to lose you.

A little bit of jealousy in a relationship is healthy, it's always nice to know that someone's afraid of losing you!

I shall leave my studio toward May. Its drawback is, as you know, that I am greatly handicapped by the neighbours, and I notice that people are still afraid of the priest, though perhaps he wouldn't meddle any further. But since there has been trouble once, the best thing is a radical change.

When you ask me what I'm afraid of, I'd say I still go to see ghost movies when I get a chance or some sort of supernatural being, but it doesn't scare me as it scared me when I was a child.

It's a fool who is afraid of nothing," I say. "And a brave man is one who knows fear and rides out and faces it.

Myrnin: I think your ghost girl's afraid I'll try to bite her. I believe she may have, you know, mental issues ...

I am afraid, monsieur, you will have to kill me first, and I have a prejudice against being killed before nine o'clock.

No, how should I fear the touch of those vanished hands laid on me in love knowing? How could I be afraid of those that molded my flesh, leaving their remnants to live long past the grave?

He was the future he was a perfect picture of the future and they were afraid to let anyone see what the future was like. Already they were looking ahead they were figuring the future and somewhere in the future they saw war. To fight the war they would need men and if men saw the future they wouldn't fight.

The city was lovely. There could be no place in the world to which he belonged so completely. That was why he'd always dreamed of leaving, and why he'd always been so afraid to go.

We were both wrong. You were afraid to stop and I was afraid to go." "You think we'll have less fear tomorrow?" he asked. "Not less fear," she said. "But perhaps more courage.

I'm afraid it won't stop, and all my bones will disappear and one day I'll just dissolve. I won't be able to stand up anymore, or move." She looked into Clara's eyes. Clung to Clara's eyes. "Mostly I'm afraid that it won't matter. Because I have nowhere to go, and nothing to do. No need of bones.

the st. marys river flows as if nothing has happened i watch it with my coffee afraid and sad as are we all so many ones to hate and i cursed with long memory cursed with the desire to understand have never been good at hating

Without death, there is hardly any threat strong enough to truly appreciate human life. He thinks: I am as good as dead--too afraid to live, only waiting, never taking a risk--I am as good as dead already.

They were afraid of them, you see. Frightened of ideas. Frightened of the truth. People still are

All of us have a secret desire to be seen as saints, heroes, martyrs. We are afraid to be children, to be ourselves.

The emerging economies, many of them are concerned. They didn't want the money to slosh in. They are afraid when the money sloshes out, but the tapering has to take place, and we have to be able to manage it.

She was afraid he would turn into one of those men who make a saintliness of their resentment, shining through the years with a pure and tortured light.

I wonder-?" whispered April Bell, her long eyes narrowed and dark. "I wonder what they really found?" "Whatever it is," breathed Barbee, "the find doesn't seem to have made them very happy. A fundamentalist might think they had stumbled into hell." "No," the girl said, "men aren't that much afraid of hell.