Best 6239 quotes in «fear quotes» category

How I hope that I have only hate for you. But even if I wanted to, I can’t bring myself to hate you. I’m only afraid of the palace, afraid of the emperor. Why is he so cruel? So much that I’m petrified. -Ruo Xi

How I'm glad to go back home! Once I truly have no more worry. Many of those who are in a hurry Endure setbacks in the outcome.

How I suffered when I had to preach to you those pious lies that I detest in my heart. What remorse your credulity caused me! A thousand times I was on the point of breaking out publicly and opening your eyes, but a fear stronger than myself held me back, and forced me to keep silence until my death.

How long you will live in your dreams? The time is now, it's better to go and follow them..

How many times had it been made clear to Fin that he was alone in this world? That no one else could help him, care for him, be there for him? Every night on the edge of sleep, he closed his yes and thought about finding his mother or learning where he came from or coming downstairs and having the Parsnickles pick him up and spin him around and treat him like a normal kid in a normal family. This despair was nothing new. Every single day, he faced the fear that he would be this way forever and nothing would change, and every single day he beat that fear. He'd bitten down sadness before. He would do it again. Every single day, until he did find his mother, and then he would be a normal kid. He had to be.

How many have sacrificed their freedom, their very lives, to a lie, because fear of the truth was their greatest fear.

How marvellously lie our anxieties, in filmy layers, one over the other! Take away that which has lain on the upper surface for so long—the care of cares—the only one, as it seemed to you, between your soul and the radiance of Heaven—and straight you find a new stratum there. As physical science tells us no fluid is without its skin, so does it seem with this fine medium of the soul, and these successive films of care that form upon its surface on mere contact with the upper air and light.

How many throughout history have sacrificed their freedom, their very lives, to a lie, because fear of the truth is the greatest fear of mankind.

How the bible is taught uses the same strategy that was used to take over lands and force religion upon the natives of those lands, they had to choose religion or death. The bible also gives you a choice, "obey this book or burn in hell" this is NOT a teaching of god, but a teaching of man.

How much your life sucks, or how awesome your life is, is really all determined by how much fear controls your life.

How odd it is, thought March afterwards, to live your life in ignorance of the past, of your world, yourself. Yet how easy to do it! You went along from day to day, down paths other people had prepared for you, never raising your head - enfolded in their logic, from swaddling clothes to shroud. It was a kind of fear. Well, goodbye to that. And good to leave it behind - whatever happened now. - 214

... how quickly we forget the repellant aspects of personality in moments of crisis, which permit the illusion of unity against more dangerous foes.

How was it then that I could see a monster in him as easily as I could see his dignity, his integrity, and his charm? I had learned over the years that he held everything in for as long as he could. When he reached his limit, unrelated incidents could unleash that pent-up anger to an unprecedented degree.

Human beings are walking containers holding ideas, beliefs, feelings and triggers. Love and fears is the only thing that can over power these systems. Everyone lives in this container as they interact with the world ,and sometimes, a combination of these things can create their own imaginary prison.

How, you will go on, how have they been able to convince rational beings that the thing most difficult to understand is the most vital to them? It is that mankind has been terrorized; it is that when one is afraid one ceases to reason; it is, above all, that we have been advised to mistrust reason and defy it; and that, when the brain is disturbed, one believes anything and examines nothing. Ignorance and fear, you will repeat to them, ignorance and fear - those are the twin bases of every religion.

Hugging himself, Oscar leaned against the pantry wall. For two days all he had wanted was for Caleb to come back, and now he was back and Oscar had made a mess of things: he had angered half the customers and confused the other half, and the coin boxes did not look as they should, and [rich, noble] people were complaining about him, and he couldn't look at anybody, and [redacted] was dead, and Oscar was odd. 'What if he doesn't keep me?

Humanity was a precipice and she was standing on the edge of it, staring into the wild and yawning void that encompassed all things bestial and frightening. It would be so easy to jump, to let go and fall in—but once she started falling, her fear was that she would never stop.

Humankind must no longer permit the lie to be taught to its children.

Humankind has not learned about balance, let alone practiced it. It is guided by greed and ambition, steered by fear. In this way it will eventually destroy itself. But nature will survive; at least the plants will.

Humans ain't blind about the future. Most disable one of the senses because they feel daunted to look at it. It is fear that makes them blind, at the same time feel challenged as well.

Humans are born with a hodge-podge of various brain circuits, that possess the seeds of peace, fear, love, hate, rage, pain, love, stress and faith. All these elements compose the emotional domain of our mental life. All these characters are ingrained in our limbic system, that keep our head straight in the path of survival. We humans can survive, only if, all these elements of our brain circuits function properly. Failure of any one element would mean extinction of the whole species.

Hver gang jeg fik åbnet en af de frygtede døre, konstaterede jeg på den ene side, at låsen ikke var så indviklet, som jeg troede, og på den anden side, at jeg dér, hvor jeg frygtede at finde rædsel, tortur og gru, i stedet fandt den lille pige i alle hendes forskellige sindstemninger: ulykkelig, forvirret, rædselsslagen. Jeg var bange for at finde noget, der kunne skræmme en fireogtrediveårig kvinde, der havde set mennesker slå sig ihjel på gaden, der havde følt sine børn blive født, så hendes indvolde sprængtes, der vidste hvad napalm, tortur og koncentrationslejre var. Med det var et barns angst, jeg fandt. Omme bag ved døren stod den lille pige fuldstændig rædselsslagen fordi...

I always feel the fear, not of the people; however, of the God, thinking that maybe, I have hurt innocent ones, even I cry. It purifies and fragrances my heart and mind.

I always splash on the cologne before a blind date because dogs can smell fear

I am a bit old fashion but I believe in prayer, I believe prayer can move mountain. Prayer might not be our responsibility but it is a good starting place. It can give us heaven's prospectives on human problems. I know we need to do a bit more than pray but that doesn't mean we don't need to pray.

I am afraid of waking up to emptiness, to a place where my friends and family are gone and I am nothing but a single bolt of lightning in the blackness of a lonely storm. If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.

I am afraid” can be the end or the beginning: “I am afraid, so I will run away,” or “I am afraid, and I will embrace my fear and do it regardless.

I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.

I am afraid of the future; it seems to be a big box waiting for me.

I am afraid a monster is grown that will devour all of us. Yet we must fight him.

I am afraid of reduction. After a lifetime's independence- yes, selfish independence- I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke up like rock shoals. I don't want to sit in my chair and be fed, much less do I want to be handed over to medical professionals.

I am as silent as death. Do this: Go to your bedroom. Your nice, safe, warm bedroom that is not a glass coffin behind a morgue door. Lie down on your bed not made of ice. Stick your fingers in your ears. Do you hear that? The pulse of life from your heart, the slow in-and-out from your lungs? Even when you are silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life. Mine is not. It is the silence that drives me mad. The silence that drives the nightmares to me. Because what if I am dead? How can someone without a beating heart, without breathing lungs live like I do? I must be dead. And this is my greatest fear: After 301 years, when they pull my glass coffin from this morgue, and they let my body thaw like chicken meat on the kitchen counter, I will be just like I am now. I will spend all of eternity trapped in my dead body. There is nothing beyond this. I will be locked within myself forever. And I want to scream. I want to throw open my eyes wake up and not be alone with myself anymore, but I can't. I can't.

I am an Agnostic because I am not afraid to think. I am not afraid of any god in the universe who would send me or any other man or woman to hell. If there were such a being, he would not be a god; he would be a devil.

I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don't hear much of it, only the odour of its music, as it were, flitting across the great billows of the ocean outside this air in which I make such a storm; but what I do hear, is quite enough to make me able to bear the cry from the drowning ship. So it would you if you could hear it.' 'No it wouldn't,' returned Diamond stoutly. 'For they wouldn't hear the music of the far-away song; and if they did, it wouldn't do them any good. You see you and I are not going to be drowned, and so we might enjoy it.' 'But you have never heard the psalm, and you don't know what it is like. Somehow, I can't say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all the cries. . . . It wouldn't be the song it seems if it did not swallow up all their fear and pain too, and set them singing it themselves with all the rest.

I am amazed upon the many battle that we engage in, be it money, control or matters of the heart, only very few of us knows how to fight in the right way or understand who we are really fighting against. To win any battle you' ve got to have the right strategy and resources because victories don't come by accident.

I am fearful of the government.

I am fearful of the police.

I am full of fears, for if I fail there, I am an outcast in the world forever.

I am fighting to stay alive not because I fear death, but because I love life.

I am not afraid of anything in the world. But I'm afraid of myself, afraid of what I will be in the future.

I am Indonesian. I don't buy fear of western ghosts. But when you deal with a giant garagasi of sumatera, there's no word worth enough to express the eeriness.

I am not a man of fear, but I am a man that knows how to fear. Without fear, we become lazy. Without fear, we become reckless. Fear doesn't limit a man, it keeps the man sharp.

I am more than the sum of my fear.

I am not afraid to walk alone.

I am not so afraid that I cannot see the truth.

I am not myself. My thoughts are tangled in words that are not my own.

i am so crammed full of fears that if you were to touch me i might either fly or break.

I am so glad that God's disappointment in me is not greater than his love and I still have a Destiny. I am growing in grace and mercy because that is the only soil that can produce the kind of life that God desires.

I am ready to abandon fear to tread the unknown path the uncertainty, the mystery the joy of discovering more of the world, internal riches more of you.

I am, to be sure, afraid that if you knew me that you wouldn’t love me. But this must be faced…I fear it in any relationship. Thus I am perhaps afraid to reveal facts about things…or to say too much for fear if I make too much noise you’ll drift away, pull down the shade of your ivory tower…and after that. Afraid, I guess, that I’ll loose you…I keep losing people.