There is nothing an economist should fear so much as applause.
The man who fears losing has already lost.
In fear, we expect; with love, we accept.
Fearlessness presupposes calmness and peace of mind.
It doesn't hurt me. I'm not governed by the fear of what other people say. Events don't elicit feelings; I think beliefs elicit feelings, and I understand what my beliefs are and I know how I am.
I have no fear in moving up (in weight) and fighting.
Nature has, herself, I fear, imprinted in man a kind of instinct to inhumanity.
My sister stood up, trembling, and I must admit that I expected her familiar sneer to have taken its usual place on her face. But all I could find there was unhappiness and fear. Fear of my reaction, perhaps. But when a person has lived a life like hers, a life of promiscuity, rootlessness, and substance abuse, resentment and fear tend to replace all reasonable and proper emotions, and the world becomes your enemy.
Fear lives in the head. And courage lives in the heart. The job is to get from one to the other.
It takes a brave man to be a coward in the Red Army.
We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up , out of the dreadfulness of merely living.
The only way to escape fear is to trample it beneath your feet.
He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.
Part of me would just like to relax and have one job that pays me the amount I need to survive. And another part of me wants the creativity that comes out of struggle and frustration and fear. It's a never-ending cycle, which must be how I want it, on some level.
Christmas is the beachhead of God’s campaign against sin and sadness, darkness and death, fear and frustration.
Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium
I'd like to jump out of a plane. I have a fear of heights I'd like to face.
My biggest fear, even now, is that I will hear Jesus' words and walk away, content to settle for less than radical obedience to Him.
But can we, should we, let apprehensions about the future immobilize us in the present?
Unless we know people well, we sit around with our words and our minds starched, afraid of being ourselves for fear of wrinkling them.
