Our doubts are traitors and make
us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
I've developed a new philosophy. . . I only dread one day at a time.
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks
and vanishes. You are free.
It is more secure to be feared than to be loved.
You stand at the end of a cliff and you jump because you're tired of being afraid. Sometimes, you jump just
to see what it's like to fall.
You're afraid because you want more, not because you deserve less.
Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, But rather that it shall never have a beginning.
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children
is increased by tales, so is the other.
Sometimes in the dark you see what you want to see.
Too many of us stay walled in because we are afraid of being hurt. We are afraid to care
too much, for fear that the other person does not care as much or not at all.
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.
I'm going to turn on the light, and we'll be two people in a room looking at each other
and wondering why on earth we were afraid of the dark.
Fear makes us feel our humanity.
It seems that fears are all based on these things: illusion and future thinking, with a
side order of 'What if.' 'What if that truck turns suddenly into our lane?' 'What if I'm all
alone at age 80?' What if? What if? What if? Yes, fears must be respected and learned about,
but they must not paralyze us, or lure us into a half-life of being afraid all the time. I like
to think of my fears being driven away in a Rolls Royce (for it is true that once you face a fear,
it loses all of its stuffing, and will sit quietly in the back seat and do as it's told.) I feel
that fears drive us away from our true selves - innocent beings. I used to live in denial of my
fears, and try to cover them up with a 'happy face.' I now see that my greatest growth is happening
with an acceptance of my fears, of giving them voices and learning new ways to deal with them.
I just want to be happy, and I'm so afraid that I never will be.
Have no fear of moving into the unknown. Simply step out fearlessly, knowing that I am
with you.
Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw. I'm scared of what I did, of
who I am. And most of all. . . I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest
of my whole life, the way I feel when I'm with you.
I don't know. But I've watched them here for twenty years and I've seen the change. They
used to rush through here, and it was wonderful to watch, it was the hurry of men who knew where
they were going and were eager to get there. Now they're hurrying because they are afraid. It's
not a purpose that drives them, it's fear. They're not going anywhere, they're escaping. And I
don't think they know what it is that they want to escape. They don't look at one another. They
jerk when brushed against. They smile too much, but it's an ugly kind of smiling: it's not joy,
it's pleading. I don't know what it is that's happening to the world.
All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all
the time.
I wouldn't have compromised so much of myself for fear of having you hating me.
Fear only feeble old age and death in bed. Don't forget who you are.
Taste his fear. It tastes just like champaign. Cold and crisp and absolutely without
sweetness.
She joked about her fears, but it was the kind of joke where you knew people thought it was
ridiculous, and you pretended you thought so too, but underneath you were completely serious.
Fear and hope are alike underneath.
Never fear shadows. They simply mean there's a light shining somewhere nearby.
You are looking for a rish husband. At your age, I looked for hardships, danger, horror
and death, that I might feel the life in me more intensely. I did not let the fear of death govern
my life; and my reward was, I had my life. You are going to let the fear of poverty govern your
life and your reward will be that you will eat, but you will not live.
Sun and stillness. Lookig down through the jade-green water, you see the monsters of the
deep playing on the reef. Is this a reason to be afraid? Do you feel safer when scudding waves
hid what lies beneath the surface?
Aware of what will hurt you. . . you're prepared to remain this way - so sad yet safe with
your afflictions, afraid to start a brand new day.
Many people lock a part of themselves away. It's a bit sacred.
Be not afraid of growing slowly. Be afraid only of standing still.
Your fear is anyone's fear.
Fear of drowning, fear of being that alone, kept me busy making a deal as if I could buy
my way out of it, and it worked for two years.
You had only a small fear, and the fear was not for yourself, but for her. You laughed at
her doors, and opened them with care.
