Hate is perhaps the most dynamic of all emotions - fear may immobilize, love may stay the hand, but hate urges to action.
We are lovers, fear and I. She calls to me, and I let her in.
Strange times are these, in which we live, forsooth ; When young and old are taught in Falsehood's school:– And the man who dares to tell the truth, Is called at once a lunatic and fool.
It is not power that corrupts but fear.
When the horror recedes and the world resumes its normal shape, you cannot forget it. You have seen what is really there, the empty horror that exists when the consoling illusion of our mundane experience is stripped away, so you can never respond to the world in quite the same way again.
Each precious moment of your life in which you are frozen with fear is a moment when you are not being all you can be. In the end, that hurts more than anything. Succeeding or failing does not determine if we are surviving or living. Rather it is in our ability to reach beyond our present self-imposed definition of who we are, and to risk becoming more, that we are able to feel fully alive.
Move, but don't move the way fear makes you move.
When you got to where your fear lives, your freedom starts to display itself.
Fear and I were old buddies, despite my best efforts to the contrary.
The enemy of fear is creativity.
Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.
If this hast been done to language, I fear to know the fate of all else.
Very little worth knowing is taught by fear.
I'm an average enough person to point to the things I've gotten to see that are awe-inspiring.
It is a sad fact of life that power and fear are the fountainheads of faith.
If you take your fear and mash it into something that's actually useful, then it doesn't feel like it wins.
Fear is the only true enemy, born of ignorance and the parent of anger and hate.
Maybe this is a utopian view of art but I do believe that art can function as a vehicle, that it isn't just a cultural pursuit, something that happens in art galleries. Unless art is linked to experience and the fear and joy of that, it becomes mere icing on the cake.
Fear is for the old. Lack of it is one of the joys of youth.
Being scared is part of being alive. Accept it. Walk through it.