I am confident that in the end freedom and democracy will prevail over terror and tyranny. We will win this war on terror - and when we do Americans, the British, Iraqis, and people around the world will be more secure.
We are going to lose the war on terror because all of our agents are tied up investigating the GOP.
But time passes. Fear becomes a memory. Terror becomes routine; it loses its grip.
The war on terror, rebranded under Obama as the "Overseas Contingency Operation," has morphed into war on democracy.
Biography is one of the new terrors of death.
A man must thank his defects, and stand in some terror of his talents. A transcendent talent draws so largely on his forces as tolame him; a defect pays him revenues on the other side.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.
The slaves who were ourselves had known terror intimately, confused sunrise with pain, & accepted indifference as kindness.
Ever since 911, I found myself interested in chronicling the war and the war on terror and the way that this giant machinery was affecting individuals.
Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.
The other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency; a reverence for our past act or word, because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loath to disappoint them.
. . . it strikes me with terror and anguish to feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever. I see the necessity of departure; and it is like looking on the necessity of death.
It's terrifying to be the lead. There's a moment of excitement, and then pure terror.
A person could spend most of a lifetime in retrospective terror, thinking of all the things one nearly didn't do.
In the end, living is defined by dying. Book- ended by oblivion, we are caught in the vice of terror, squeezed to bursting by the approaching end. Fear is ever-present, waiting to be called to the surface. Change brought fear, and fear brought destruction.
Some even claim that I'm a terror, a dictator and they're right.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear, I rise. Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear, I rise.
The war on terror is a fight that we did not start, but it is one that we shall finish.
Often, the human animal dresses terror in rage, and expresses both in a way unlike either.
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.