Fear Quotes - Page 69

That's interesting," Bitterblue said. "You think a conscience requires fear?

The prison that exists in a man's mind is far more difficult to escape from than anything built with brick walls and steel doors. For it is the fear of freedom that holds you inside...

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

But, when she was alone, someone rapped on the door and she found herself on her feet, knife in hand, before she had time to reason with her fear.

His is the same fear most everyone has, everyone for me for the fact that I cannot.

A great philosophy is not a philosophy without reproach it is philosophy without fear.

What lies before us? Horrible thoughts arise in my heart. If we had died before today we should have been happy.

One of the easiest ways to show your mercy to the world is to hide your fears from people who are already afraid. Don't kill them alive when you truly claim you love them!

It takes me a while to figure things out, doesn't it?" Edilio grinned. "Do me a favor. When you find Astrid, repeat that to her, word for word, the part about how it takes you a while. Then remember her exact reaction and tell me.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

It is what you do about the fear you feel that sets you apart, to be a coward or a courageous person.

Modesty is fear.

Use fear as a counselor not a captor.

Fear is the thought of admitted inferiority.

There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.

A charm invests a faceImperfectly beheld,—The lady dare not lift her veilFor fear it be dispelled.But peers beyond her mesh,And wishes, and denies,—Lest interview annul a wantThat image satisfies.

A person with a large tuber of self-pride remains engrossed in the fear of, ‘Someone is going to insult me…someone is going to insult me’ or ‘From where can I get respect? From where can I get the respect?

What is it that you want to do, or put out into this world that is greater than your fear?

This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.

Let your love be stronger than your fear.

There are only two kinds of people who can drain your energy: those you love, and those you fear. In both instances it is you who let them in. They did not force their way into your aura, or pry their way into your reality experience.

Perfectionism sucks the air out of your uniqueness and leaves you empty, away from who you could become.

I wrote this book for the ghosts, who, because they're outside of time, are the only ones with time. After the last rereading (just now), I realize that time isn't the only thing that matters, time isn't the only source of terror. Pleasure can be terrifying too, and so can courage.

Jesus had no regard for the lifeboat politics you and I live within every day.

Far too often, it is at the moment where we finally stand on the very precipice of some great thing that we turn and abandon it, for it is at these seminal moments that fear wins and greatness dies. The beauty of Christmas is that God steps over precipices.

The devil's happy when the critics run you off.

I only fear danger where I want to fear it.

Children have a different convention of the fearful until they have been taught the proper things to be shocked at.

Plenty of people who survive tragedies end up ambivalent about danger--frightened by it, yet strangely drawn to it.

Pitching is the art of instilling fear by making a man flinch.

I watch and listen, helpless to help. There is no point in saying "This, too, shall pass," For a time we do not even want it to pass. We hold on to grief, fearing that its lifting will be the final betrayal.

...the greatest barrier to intimacy is fear -- fear of being known, fear of being rejected, fear of facing the truth about ourselves......We are afraid to be known because at some deep level we fear that the truth about us, when out in the open and reflected back to us through someone else's eyes, will be shocking to ourselves.

You have purged your way. You are ready to lead sons of men.

Fear is the greatest enemy; the father of all suffering, and love is the only cure for humanity's great afflictions

Goodness is sparked by a caution for the sake of what is good, not a fear of what is bad.

You may conquer her love of God: you will never overcome her fear of the devil.

If you want to catch your dreams, you have to drop your fears.

Fear makes idiots out of us all, at some time or other.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

You can't plan for feelings. You have to accept that. Let it scare you. Trust that it'll be okay anyway.

Fear deprive us of what we can possess.

Fear owns me because I let it. Because I obsess over it, name it, raise it, and nurture it to become perfect. It is one of the few things in my life that I can control.

There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something different from either // Your shadow at morning striding behind you // Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you // I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

But the second she opened her eyes and looked at me, I knew. She was either going to be the death of me . . . or she was going to be the one who finally brought me back to life.

To be filled with fear is to open to the wrong way

While many of us admire nice things, materialism and suffering may share a connection. When we place a great deal of our happiness in material things, we run the great risk of losing our happiness when our material things become lost, old, or damaged. Toys break. Cars get dents. Clothes get ripped. Jewels get lost or stolen. Riches come and go.If we collect moments rather than things, these are ours to keep. If we redefine wealth by the amount of love and kindness we afford ourselves to give to others, we can transform our lives.

The only reason I can’t jump in and engage life is that I’ve told myself I can’t. Yet I can’t helping wondering would happen if I told myself I could?

It's not the loving that hurts this girl; it's the understanding of it for what it is, that it will never be returned in the same way, that threatens to destroy her. But to unload the words - "I love you" - on an innocent party who didn't ask for it, to reach across the dark space and touch him - it's like the world she knows could end if she dared speak these words, dared make such a move.

The only thing that keeps us from a place of joy is an illusion, the illusion of fear.

Men hesitate less to injure a man who makes himself loved than to injure one who makes himself feared for their love is held by a chain of obligation which because of men's wickedness is broken on every occasion for the sake of selfish profit but their fear is secured by a dread of punishment.

Long before something happens in our life, it happened in our heart.

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

They fear as I once feared you,” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina

Both terrorism and insurance sell fear -- and business is business

Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear?Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feetdeep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the longnight, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little childrenare born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt andhungry, and the white walkers move through the woods

And by knowing what we fear, don't we know what we care about, how we are measuring our worth, what success looks like?" I asked. So isn't fear helpful, then?

For sometime now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great for us. It is true that we do not know it; but is it not just that which is most our own of which we know the least?

Nothing can describe the withering horror of this. You feel lost, sick at heart before such unmasked hatred, not so much because it threatens you as because it shows humans in such an inhuman light. You see a kind of insanity, something so obscene the very obscenity of it (rather than its threat) terrifies you. It was so new I could not take my eyes from the man's face. I felt like saying: "What in God's name are you doing to yourself?

If you know who you are, it reduces your fear of trials

A warrior fears the battle he missed. More than any fight he can make his own, he fears the fight that’s gone, that ended without him, that no feat of arms can change.