afraid

I see the way he looks at you when you're not aware of his gaze. I see the way you care for him. And so when you think he wants you gone, it is not that. He is simply afraid to lose you.

There are people like me!... That you are afraid of me!?... This is ain't a problem.. people like me collect money... you don't do something correctly or you aren't doing your job properly... I am here to punish ya.

You only feel powerless because your fear has given your power to the object of your fear. Once you realise this, you can claim it back.

Don't allow life to pass you by because you are afraid of [looking] stupid.

They want us to be afraid. They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes. They want us to barricade our doors and hide our children. Their aim is to make us fear life itself! They want us to hate. They want us to hate 'the other'. They want us to practice aggression and perfect antagonism. Their aim is to divide us all! They want us to be inhuman. They want us to throw out our kindness. They want us to bury our love and burn our hope. Their aim is to take all our light! They think their bricked walls will separate us. They think their damned bombs will defeat us. They are so ignorant they don__ understand that my soul and your soul are old friends. They are so ignorant they don__ understand that when they cut you I bleed. They are so ignorant they don__ understand that we will never be afraid, we will never hate and we will never be silent for life is ours!

When I saw you in the hall with Darian,_ he says at last, __ felt more angry than I__e felt in a long time. I was angry and . . . and afraid, that you wanted to be there, that you wanted him touching you. In that one look, I felt more than I__e ever felt with Caspida. Zahra, I think you__e right__ove isn__ a choice. If I could choose to love Caspida, maybe this would all be going differently, but I don__ think that__ possible. Not anymore.__ll the smoke inside me sinks as I stare at him. __hat are you saying?__e turns and meets my gaze squarely. As much I want to, I find it impossible to look away. The intensity of his copper gaze holds me entranced.__ think you know,_ he says softly. __r am I the only one who feels it?

And since he was seeing more and more people who were unhappy for no apparent reason, he was becoming more and more tired, and even a little unhappy himself. He began to wonder if he was in the right profession, whether he was happy with life, whether he wasn't missing out on something. And then he felt very afraid because he wondered whether these unhappy people were contagious.

Don't ever be afraid to show who you really are, because as long as you are happy with yourself, no one else's opinion matters.

that there are many things that we cant understand. the past. the bad things that happened... and we become afraid. of what might happen in the future. its okay to be afraid. but we have to keep hoping and believeing... to keep hoping and trying our best to be good and do good. even when we're afraid

I did answer. I said a little. I'm afraid of what you can do. I mean, I feel safe with you, though. I know you__ never hurt me._ I take her face in my hands. It__ too familiar, too affectionate, too soon. I can__ help it, though. __ust the opposite. I will protect you. From others and from yourself. Always._ __hy?_ Barely audible. __ecause I want to. Because_ I struggle to find the right words. __ecause you deserve it, and you need it._ __o, I don__.

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

Cowards only find courage in the number of their likeness, citing their lofty strongholds as havens for their impunity.

One of the Christian's biggest fears is appearing 'too Christian'. God forbid, because that's often characterized as god-awful! We want to be one, but without being 'one of them'.

Now that I've found you, it scares me witless to think of anything happening. To you. I'm not used to being... afraid." A sudden realization came to her, "So this is love," she said quietly. "The daily prospect of joy or disaster

What I hate??? You ask me??? Go and fuck off... You are asking from what am I afraid??? ... For cry it on loud...

Don't be afraid to talk because in the long run, you will be afraid that you were too silent.

Don__ be afraid to make people mad. Your honesty will inspire your true followers. I piss off tons of people every day.

All of us - all who knew her - felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her. We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous. Even her waking dreams we used - to silence our own nightmares. And she let us, and thereby deserved our contempt. We honed our egos on her, padded our characters with her frailty, and yawned in the fantasy of our strength. And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of an old idea the Revelation and the Word.