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Many deeply hidden memories have come flooding back. The important message here though is that it is possible to heal and survive. Everyone has survived their own kind of emotional or mental trauma. We all have our inner fears and misreplaced feelings of guilt.

Many of my readers are women and some of them email me their thoughts about the stories I’ve written. Almost all of them find a delicious pleasure in being totally frightened by the strange and dark side of life. Perhaps it’s because horror books are an escape from our sometimes-mundane lives? Or could it be that many of us actually do have a private darker side that we like to explore secretly through books, movies and music?

Many of us live in denial of who we truly are because we fear losing someone or something-and there are times that if we don't rock the boat, too often the one we lose is ourselves...It feels good to be accepted, loved, and approved of by others, but often the membership fee to belong to that club is far too high of a price to pay.

Many people believe that eliminating the apparent causes of fear will eliminate it, but fear, like beauty, is part of the world. The fear of fear results in the growth of terror as well as a loss of the beauty and wonder of the world. By fearing fear, we create the room for terror and panic to grow. People become blinded by fear, driven by anxieties, and increasingly ruled by phobias and obsessions. When we fail to recognize how fear works in the world, we become ruled by it. The point is not to become paralyzed with foreboding or be caught in the panic that can grip the collective and cause people to run blindly in the wrong direction. The point is to willingly go where most fear to go, to follow where the fear might lead and face the ways that the world roars at us.

Many people have argued that love is the prerequisite to courage. I beg to differ. Anything we are afraid to lose will not give way to courage. Time guarantees we will all eventually lose everything and everyone. Therefore, courage can only come by having faith in God.

Many people have failing relationships because they have not really fallen in love with each other, but they have fallen for the mental images they have created of one another. We assume we know our partner, we think about them nonstop, creating many different ideas of who they are, what they like, and how we will be together, then as soon as our partner does something that doesn’t fit with our mental image of them, we become sad, upset, confused, or heart broken. Our partner did not cause our suffering; we caused it, through our false perceptions and mental images.

Many people believe they know true darkness, but until it has been experienced it cannot be imagined. Without even a flicker of light, the mind begins to play tricks. There is a constant feeling that there is a wall before you, that you must stop. The eyes open as wide as they can, hungry for light. The only thing that helps is to shut them tight.

Many survivors insist they’re not courageous: ‘If I were courageous I would have stopped the abuse.’ ‘If I were courageous, I wouldn't be scared’... Most of us have it mixed up. You don’t start with courage and then face fear. You become courageous because you face your fear.

Mark felt eyes on him as tight as a sniper's aim.

Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.

Maskini ana woga. Tajiri hana woga.

Maskini na tajiri wana mawazo tofauti. Maskini hudhani utajiri ni chanzo cha matatizo. Tajiri hudhani umaskini ni chanzo cha matatizo. Maskini hudhani ubinafsi ni kitu kibaya. Tajiri hudhani ubinafsi ni kitu kizuri. Maskini ana mawazo ya kupata pesa bila kufanya kazi. Tajiri ana mawazo ya kupata pesa kwa kufanya kazi. Maskini hudhani tajiri ana tabia ya kuringa. Tajiri hupenda kuzungukwa na watu sahihi wenye mawazo sawa na ya kwake. Maskini hutengeneza pesa kwa kufanya kazi asizozipenda. Tajiri hutengeneza pesa kwa kufanya kazi anazozipenda. Maskini hudhani kuwa tajiri lazima usome sana. Tajiri hudhani kuwa tajiri si lazima usome sana. Maskini hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati uliyopita. Tajiri hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati unaokuja. Maskini huamini ili uwe tajiri lazima ufanye kitu fulani. Tajiri huamini ili uwe tajiri lazima uwe kitu fulani. Maskini hupenda kuburudishwa kuliko kuelimishwa. Tajiri hupenda kuelimishwa kuliko kuburudishwa. Maskini ana woga. Tajiri hana woga. Maskini hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kupambana na maisha. Tajiri hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kuwa matajiri. Maskini hana nidhamu ya mapato na matumizi. Tajiri ana nidhamu ya mapato na matumizi. Maskini hufanya kazi kwa bidii kupata pesa. Tajiri hutumia pesa kupata pesa. Maskini ni mdogo kuliko matatizo yake. Tajiri ni mkubwa kuliko matatizo yake. Maskini huamini unahitaji pesa kupata pesa. Tajiri huamini utapata pesa kwa kutumia pesa za wengine. Maskini ana wivu wa chuki. Tajiri ana wivu wa maendeleo. Fikiri kama anavyofikiri tajiri. Ukifikiri tofauti na anavyofikiri tajiri, utakufa maskini.

Master your fears before they master you.

Maximize your faith. Minimize your fears.

Ma was heavy, but not fat; thick with child-bearing and work. She wore a loose Mother Hubbard of gray cloth in which there had once been colored flowers, but the color was washed out now, so that the small flowered pattern was only a little lighter gray than the background. The dress came down to her ankles, and he strong, broad, bare feet moved quickly and deftly over the floor. Her thin, steel-gray hair was gathered in a sparse wispy knot at the back of her head. Strong, freckled arms were bare to the elbow, and her hands were chubby and delicate, like those of a plump little girl. She looked out into the sunshine. Her full face was not soft; it was controlled, kindly. Her hazel eyes seemed to have experienced all possible tragedy and to have mounted pain and suffering like steps into a high calm and a superhuman understanding. She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt and fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials. But better than joy was calm. Imperturbability could be depended upon. And from her great and humble position in the family she had taken dignity and a clean calm beauty. From her position as healer, her hands had grown sure and cool and quiet; from her position as arbiter she had become as remote and faultless in judgment as a goddess. She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever really deeply wavered or despaired the family would fall, the family will to function would be gone.

Maybe everyone lives with terror every minute of every day and buries it, never stopping long enough to look. Or maybe it's just me. I'm speaking here of your ordinary basic terrors like the meaning of life or what if there's no meaning at all...Sometimes I think we're all tightrope walkers suspended on a wire two thousand feet in the air, and so long as we never look down we're okay, but some of us lose momentum and look down for a second and are never quite the same again: we know.

Maybe I am getting too grown to want to sleep with Mama. But like a baby, I still have this smallness to my mind. I don't need her hands to convince me the world I can't see from under my blanket is real. I need her hands to do more than her words. Convince me the world I see outside it- ain't.

Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.

maybe here, in dauntless, bravery is the highest form of wisdom. the acknowledgement that life can and should be lived without fear

Maybe I'm in Hell. That's okay, I'm not scared of Hell - it's just Heaven for bad people.

Maybe is wasn't love so much as a fear of losing everything I'd accomplished. I was afraid to let go.

Maybe man is nothing in particular,' Cross said gropingly. 'Maybe that's the terror of it. Man may be just anything at all. And maybe man deep down suspects this, really knows this, kind of dreams that it is true; but at the same time he does not want really to know it? May not human life on this earth be a kind of frozen fear of man at what he could possibly be? And every move he makes might not these moves be just to hide this awful fact? To twist it into something which he feels would make him rest and breathe a little easier? What man is is perhaps too much to be borne by man...

Maybe we can lay down our fear and criticism, self-directed and otherwise. Maybe if we let ourselves off the hook, we can let others off, too, and discover that God was in control all along, just as He tried to tell us. He is good at being God.

Maybe what you need in your life is not the next level of accomplishment or the next level of accumulation but the next level of appreciation for what you have; that will set the stage to make a space for what you will accumulate in the future. ( a bit deep) Simply put thank God for now before setting the goal for tomorrow because if you grow in gifts and didn't grow in gratitude, you have gained nothing.

May it never be, that we know more about the devil’s strategies than we know about GOD’S ways; that we have more fear than faith; and that we spend more time in warfare than in worship. Our God is greater than all. We must exalt Him above all.

May it never be said, that we know more about the devil’s strategies than we know about GOD’S ways; that we have more fear than faith; and that we spend more time in warfare than in worship. Our God is greater than all. We must exalt Him above all.

Me dan miedo los gatos blancos porque son igual de malos que los gatos negros, pero no hay manera de mirarlos y que no te apetezca acariciarlos.

Meanwhile there was work to do: raising our children, wading through a mass of legal papers, finances, and taxes, and recovering the professional life that was now our sole support, while, at a subterranean level, feeling adrift in dark, unknown waters. And though I'd flared with anger when the priest at Heinz's funeral had warned not to be "angry at God" because of his sudden and violent death, I struggled not to sink under currents of fear, anger, and confusion that roiled an ocean of grief.

Meeting people whose life trajectories were so different from my own enlarged my way of thinking. Outside the school, arguments over refugees were raging, but the time I had spent inside the building showed me that those conversations were based on phantasms. People were debating their own fears. What I had witnessed taking place inside this school every day revealed the rhetoric for what it was: more propaganda than fact. Donald Trump appeared to believe his own assertions, but I hoped that in the years to come, more people would be able to recognize refugees for who they really were--simply the most vulnerable people on earth.

Meditation is the way to be with ourselves and to learn to accept our own aloneness. In aloneness, I experiment with being consciously alone as a door to be egoless. In conscious aloneness, the ego can not function. In aloneness, you are not. I have always been comfortable with my own aloneness as an inner source of love, joy, truth, silence and wholeness. When we depend on other people, it becomes a bondage - instead of a freedom. I took this sunday as a meditation to be consciously alone, and to accept all feelings of pain, of not being loved and the fear of being nobody that would come up during the meditation. This meditation goes up and down during the day: at certain moments, I can totally accept my aloneness. It feels fine to accept that I am alone and that I am nobody. At other moments, I feel the pain of not being loved, when the meditation brings up how dependence on other people is a barrier to totally accept my aloneness. I take a coffee at a restaurant. I am the only person that sits alone in the restaurant, while the other guests are couples and families eating sunday dinner. It brings up painful feelings of not being loved and wanting to be needed by other people, when I see how much people cling to each other in the couples and the families. Escaping your aloneness through relationships and needing other people's attention through being a teacher, a politician or by being rich or famous, are ways of escaping the pain of aloneness. But then the relationships are not really love. Only when you are capable of being alone, you can really love. When we can be alone, we discover the inner source of love, which is our true nature. When we can be alone, it open the door to be one with the Whole.

Men do not fear swords...they fear monsters.

Men said afterward that no blacker night had ever fallen...The wind roared through the city, ripping up slates, clawing at the houses until those within feared that not a wall would stand until morning. They thought they heard voices wailing high above the earth, and those who peered out swore that they saw terrible things as the north wind, the demon wind, bore southward the nightmares of a dying land.

Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man.

Men have always hated the wolf." "Why?" said the boy indignantly, suddenly looking very unhappy indeed. "Maybe because they see something in the wolf that they hate and fear in themselves. Maybe because wolves take their sheep and goats, as if we shouldn't all share life's bounty.

Mental illness" is among the most stigmatized of categories.' People are ashamed of being mentally ill. They fear disclosing their condition to their friends and confidants-and certainly to their employers.

Memories of the past are what drive us, whether to a life of beauty or a life of insanity is up to us.

Men have two greatest fears: the first fear is the fear of being needed, and the second fear is the fear of not being needed.

Millions of people have lived on the earth, and we don’t know even their names. Accept that simple fact—you are here for only a few days and then you will be gone. These few days are not to be wasted in hypocrisy, in fear. These days have to be rejoiced.

Mind sees ghost when frightened and hopeless.

Midnight" The hours glide Like drops of water on a window pane Midnight silence Fear unrolls in the air And the wind hides at the bottom of the well OH It's a leaf We think the earth is going to end Time stirs in the shadow Everyone is asleep A SIGH Inside the house someone has just died

Mind can be your best friend or worst enemy.

Mind doesn't work properly when taken into a higher level where fear dominates the will.

Mind chatter: a clatter of left-brain rains of doubt, worry, guilt, shame in a thunderstorm of fear. Forgive the chatter, clear your mind.

MISUNDERSTANDING" arises only when you see the things with Closed Eyes

Modesty is fear.

Mira was abruptly awakened by the slamming of the front door when she realized that Lilac was sleeping beside her. She quickly moved Lilac’s arm and went to see what had caused the noise. As she reached the front hall, she recognized the shadow of a man sitting on her sofa. A bolt of paralyzing fear shot right through her body. She was stunned to see Dragan staring at her; his eyes were cold and illuminating in the darkness of the room.

Mis más trágicos recuerdos se levantaron en furioso oleaje. Creía que después de pasar por la experiencia de perderte ya nada podía afectarme demasiado, pero la mínima posibilidad de que algo semejante le ocurriera al hijo que me quedaba, me volteó. Tenía un peso en el pecho, como una roca aplastándome, que me cortaba la respiración. Me sentía vulnerable, en carne viva, a punto de llorar en cualquier instante. En la noche, cuando todos descansaban, oía un rumor entre las paredes, había quejidos atascados en los umbrales, suspiros en los cuartos desocupados. Era mi propio miedo, supongo. El dolor acumulado en ese largo año de tu agonía estaba agazapado en la casa.

Misunderstanding arising from ignorance breeds fear, and fear remains the greatest enemy of peace.

Monogamous relationships can be based on fear: fear of losing my partner because he might fall in love with another woman, or fear that she may find a more secure man with a deeper purpose than my own to guide and protect her. “Nevertheless it also can be based on love where our commitment to open and be opened by one intimate partner becomes our way to express love for him or her, our children, friends, and ultimately the whole world and Source.

Monsters don’t exist. It’s men you should be afraid of, not monsters.