Panic and terror aren't the only kinds of fear. There are deeper kinds, more terrible kinds. Apprehension and heavy, heavy dread.

It’s funny how those we care about can create the same reaction that we get when we are facing down a monster ready to kill us.

No...No...We don't walk away but when we're holding on to something precious we run. We run away. We run as fast as we can.

I like to live in 'fear'becauSe, you are ready to faceany unexpected thing to become and you have 'no regret' for it.

We all have the capacity to find the will to do what must be done - even when that which we must do terrifies us most. Remember this.

If U.S. schools don't prepare American children for careers in the surveillance industry, all our spying will be done from India.

I am too sick to lay downthe sidewalks frighten methe whole damned city frightens me,what I will becomewhat I have becomefrightens me.

Fear, like love, is difficult to explain after it has subsided, probably because it draws away the veils of illusion as it disappears.

We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and see our illusions die.

Don't you see? You can't be brave without being afraid. The brave ones are always afraid. But they do what they must, even so.

And one has to understand that braveness is not the absence of fear but rather the strength to keep on going forward despite the fear.

There is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet.

Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity.

Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

The number of ways you can live in one lifetime is limitless. So why limit yourself? The sky is NOT the limit. Beyond the universe is.