Quotes About Apprehension

When I first met him I didn't want to look into his eyes because I knew I would be able to tell how he thought about me and that scared me

Unspeakably frightened. It had unmoored him.

I felt terrible, I have always been frightened of doing something wrong, of being inconsiderate; it is a real fear I have.

You must learn what to fear and what not to fear.

It is a miserable state of mind to have few things to desire and many things to fear.

I'm deathly afraid of rats.

If you sit at your desk and reach and grab a cup of coffee, you don't look directly at the cup, focus on it, and get your fingers lined up before grabbing the coffee. In real life, you reach for a cup that you see out of the corner of your eye, and when you feel it, you know you can grab it.

I hate flying, flat out hate its guts.

If we admit a thing so extraordinary as the creation of this world, it should seem that we admit something strange, and odd, and new to human apprehension, beyond any other miracle whatsoever.

She] looked as if her nerves were quivering with the expectation that something would be thrown at her. But she never had anything worse than words to dread.

To Mr. Casaubon now, it was as if he suddenly found himself on the dark river-brink and heard the plash of the oncoming oar, not discerning the forms, but expecting the summons.

I think women are usually a little bit nervous about wearing white denim.

We are all frightened now. No one says anything public without looking over their shoulder and wondering, Have I said something wrong? Am I going to get in trouble?

Apprehension is natural, but it must not be concluded that it is a threat. Certainly not.

The threat is usually more terrifying than the thing itself.

They look at me and I kind of back up in case they go for my throat.

To wisdom belongs the intellectual apprehension of things eternal; to knowledge, the rational apprehension of things temporal.

Here you go, dear."" The corners of Mrs. Colbert's mouth curled up. "You like meat, don't you?" Emily blinked. Was it her, or did that statement seem...loaded? She checked Issac for his reaction, but he was innocently selecting a roll from a wicker basket. "Uh, thanks." Emily said, pulling the platter toward her. She did like meat. The kind you, um, eat.

Another door swung open, and another guard appeared, this time with Gabrielle, who wore a black catsuit and rappelling harness.

There was a point in time where the thought of people even talking about me made me anxious. Physically.

When someone isn't seen for a long time, Well, folk soon begin to imagine the worst.

I'm worried about everything at all times.

Every time I see you, I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall. I feel uncomfortable every time I see you, and every time we talk, my throat tickles.

Was it still paranoia if all his fears were justified?