Category Archives: FEAR

“Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.” ― Jim Butcher, Changes.

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they froze the way birds will before a snake, remaining carefully motionless. jim butcher

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“You read any Greek myths, puppy? The one about the gorgon Medusa, particularly? I used to wonder what could be so terrible that you couldn’t survive even looking at it. Until I got a little older and I figured out the obvious answer. Everything.”

 
― Mike Carey & Peter Gross, The Unwritten, Vol. 1: Tommy Taylor and the Bogus Identity

“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!” ― Bram Stoker, Dracula

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“Old terror crouched in the shadows. It was one of the most ancient terrors, the one that meant that no sooner had mankind learned to walk on two legs than it dropped to its knees. It was the terror of impermanence, the knowledge that all this would pass away, that a beautiful voice or a wonderful figure was something whose arrival you couldn’t control and whose departure you couldn’t delay.”

― Terry Pratchett, Maskerade

“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.” ― Anaïs Nin

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“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you’ve been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.” – Dave Barry

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I feel like a person living on the brink of a volcano crater. (Agnes Smedley)

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As for the peasant populations of a great part of the world, they aren’t so much anxious as hungry. They aren’t anxious about whether they will get a salary raise, or which of the three colleges of their choice they will be admitted to, or whether to buy a Ford or Cadillac, or whether the kind of TV set they want is too expensive. They are hungry, cold and, in many parts of the world, they dread that local warfare, bandits, political coups may endanger their homes, their meager livelihoods and their lives. But surely they are not anxious. For anxiety, as we have come to use it to describe our characteristic state of mind, can be contrasted with the active fear of hunger, loss, violence and death.Anxiety is the appropriate emotion when the immediate personal terror—of a volcano, an arrow, the sorcerer’s spell, a stab in the back and other calamities, all directed against one’s self—disappears.[Margaret Mead (1901-1978)

“Madness plants mirrors in the desert. I find the means frightening.” ― Floriano Martins

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“I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert’s dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any man, then he would walk into the wind, until he saw the tents. This time, he said, he would go on with them.”
― Neil Gaiman, Smoke and Mirrors

Kuhi no ka lima, hele no ka maka. Where the hands move, there let the eyes follow.

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‘A’A I KA HULA, WAIHO KA HILAHILA I KA HALE

When one wants to dance the hula, bashfulness should be left at home. 

Live with passion.  Do not fear change – embrace it!

http://www.hawaiidiscountblog.com/hawaiian-words-proverbs-and-inspiration/

“Africa is less a wilderness than a repository of primary and fundamental values, and less a barbaric land than an unfamiliar voice” ~Beryl Markham, “West with the Night”

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A guide is necessary in a strange place ; such the world is — a wilderness where there are bad roads, few wells, storms of sand arise, and the dread of robbers.

A little mob of bewildered sheep, Afraid to hurry — afraid to creep, Bringing memories back to me.

In the Street by Mabel Forrest

http://www.middlemiss.org/rhymes_rudely_strung/

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LAMAN BLANCHARD. 1803-1845.

Sooth ‘t were a pleasant life to lead, With nothing in the world to do But just to blow a shepherd’s reed, The silent season thro’ And just to drive a flock to feed, — Sheep — quiet, fond and few!

He who knows not how to play his game, says, ” My place is narrow . “

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“It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you’ve made, and there’s this panic because you don’t know yet the scale of disaster you’ve left yourself open to.”

― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

Don’t scold the wolf if it doesn’t exist.

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"THE VAROU." 

The "Varou," now almost entirely forgotten, seems 
to have belonged to the family of nocturnal goblins. 
He is allied to the " Loup-G-arou " of the French, 
and the "Were- Wolf" of the English, if, indeed, he 
is not absolutely identical with them. He is believed 
to be endowed with a marvellous appetite, and it is 
still proverbially said of a great eater " II mange 
comme un varou."

“I know what I’m capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.” ― Pittacus Lore, The Rise of Nine

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I’m afraid of a kiss

Like the kiss of a bee.

I suffer like this

And wake endlessly.

I’m afraid of a kiss!

http://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITBR/French/SelectedFrenchPoemsoftheNineteenthCentury.htm

The skeletons in my closet carouse and party all night, When one opens the door to pee, gee, I get such a fright.

Smartass Rabbi

Feb 23

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No matter that my heart sinks,
sighs, with the weight of skeletons-

paths I forgot to follow
have slowly sealed

rooms go unrecognised
for fear of change

and I cry at the uncertainty of rainbows.

All the daydreams I stole,
refusing to give them back

are stored as silver dust
and each day is a small breath.

The heron blames the water because he cannot swim.

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“THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS”
by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/berry/berry.html

“Saw a little girl touch a big bug and shout, “I conquered my fear! YES!” and calmly walk away. I was inspired.” ― Nathan Fillion

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Now there spreaden a rumour that everich night 
The rooms is haunted been by many a Sprite, 
The Miller avoucheth, and all thereabout 
That they full oft hearen the Hellish Rout, 
Some faine they hear the gingling of Chains, 
And some hath heard the Psautries straines, 
At midnight some the headless Horse i meet, 
And some espien a Corse in a white Sheet; 
And other things, Faye, Elfin and Elfe, 
And shapes that Fear createn to itself." 

GUERNSEY