Quotes About Apprehension

But I do not fear him now, for I suspect that he has known horrors beyond my ken. Now I fear for him.

better to meet a ghoul, which one can see, than a bhole, which one cannot see.

Our apprehensions were over what we might find, or fail to find, at the end of our journey; for silence continued to answer all calls despatched to the camp.

the abnormal alway excites aversion, distrust, and fear

abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear.

I did not like the way he looked at healthy living bodies

On the one hand, this whole crazy day still felt like a no-harm-no-foul situation. She could leave here unscathed. On the other, she kept looking over her shoulder, as though she were being followed.

I'm afraid of making a mistake. I'm not totally neurotic, but I'm pretty neurotic about it. I'm as close to totally neurotic as you can get without being totally neurotic.

People don't use their eyes. They never see a bird, they see a sparrow. They never see a tree, they see a birch. They see concepts.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

. . . the state of things and the dispositions of men were then such, that a man could not well tell whom he might trust or whom he might fear.

Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.

Her apprehension was evident in the hurried movements around the kitchen and in her lonely fearing eyes. The Black woman in the South who raises sons, grandsons and nephews had her heartstrings tied to a hanging noose. Any break from routine may herald for them unbearable news. For this reason, Southern Blacks until the present generation could be counted among America's arch conservatives.

You don't worry about them because they're too awful to contemplate worrying about.

I've always been really shy. I was always afraid of any kind of confrontation.

I don't have a sidekick - no Ed McMahon. So when I go out there, I'm lonely. It's scary.

I think I'm nervous to sign on to any job.

I was filled with a deep and immutable dread.

She knew what she looked like - someone at the edge of catastrophe, someone already flinching from a blow that had not yet been delivered.

She was afraid of what she called the young man's "personableness." She distrusted it for itself, and hated it as a potential threat to her house.

It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood

How in the hell am I supposed to watch my back if I have no idea what I'm watching for?

I'm really insecure about everything.

When the vivid reality which is meant by these rather abstract words is truly possessed by us, when that which is unchanging in ourselves is given its chance, and emerges from the stream of succession to recognise its true home and goal, which is God—then, though much suffering may, indeed will, remain; apprehension, confusion, instability, despair, will cease.