afraid

Sometimes the most beautiful things are in front of our eyes, and we don__ even notice because we__e either too busy or too afraid to take a closer look.

The eye of danger and the face of fear are what really pull off a person's mask.

The only thing God is afraid of is a strong-willed human!

You have to do the things you are most afraid of, otherwise you are just half a human being.

Isn't it amazing that we__l cause ourselves more pain by thinking about, and avoiding something we__e afraid of, or something we know we must deal with, but don't want to face? The best thing you can do is just do it, just face the fear and get it over with. How do you get the courage? You create your courage by just taking action_

He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars.The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone.__ou__e . . . ,_ he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. __uch a pain,_ he concluded.__hat?_ I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one ofFang__ hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination.Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang__ arms around me now, sliding under mywings, his hands flat against my back.It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him.It was a total disaster.Gasping, I pulled back. __, uh_,_ I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking himover, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket.

I am not scared of you, I am scare of these feelings.

After torturing our adrenaline by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though they are the only ways for us to escape in case of occurrence such an event.

Infants never learn to soothe themselves to sleep. They learn, abandoned in seclusion, that no matter the volume of their despondence, no matter the force of their tears, when they are alone and frightened, no-one will ever come to their rescue. Infants do not soothe themselves. They merely surrender. And it is caged in their cribs where the infants learn, in the face of their demons, to remain silent and submitting.