fear

Consciously or unconsciously, most theists see in gods and devils, heaven and hell, reward and punishment, a whip to lash the people into obedience, meekness and contentment.... The philosophy of atheism expresses the expansion and growth of the human mind. The philosophy of theism, if we can call it a philosophy, is static and fixed.

Let the fires of truth burn away your false life and your excuses, fears, blaming, doubts and illusions of insignificance.

Anything you want is just beyond your fear.

Everything in life will attack you if it senses your fear; animals, people _ but faithful confidence wards off all manner of evil.

Fear is always death. Faith is life. Have faith and your victory is assured.

He who fears a positive purposeful change fears growth.

Fear is a prison where you are the jailer. Free yourself!

When you truly face your pain you will only see yourself. Your fear was always you.

Until you see fear as an opportunity for growth, you won__ grow beyond your current self.

To overcome something great you must first learn to overcome your own fears.

In every experience we get to choose either love or fear as a response. Your character is formed by the percentages of those choices, which then forms your life.

Am I a storm-waster? For it is within the fury of the very storms within which I cower that I find resources for my growth that are entirely absent on calmer days.

Until you see fear as an opportunity for growth, you won't grow beyond your current self.

He wondered why it was easier to believe in a malevolent spirit than in a benign one. Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared eternal life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender.

I heard death had a name, but I forgot what it was.

She spent the foggy day in endless, aimless walking, for it seemed to her that if she moved quickly enough she would escape the fear that hunted her. It was a vague and shadowy fear of something cruel and stupid that had caught her and would never let her go. She had always known that it was there - hidden under the more of less pleasant surface of things. Always. Ever since she was a child.You could argue about hunger or cold or loneliness, but with that fear you couldn't argue. It went too deep. You were too mysteriously sure of its terror. You could only walk very fast and try to leave it behind you.

For I'm afraid of loneliness; shiveringly, terribly afraid. I don't mean the ordinary physical loneliness, for here I am, deliberately travelled away from London to get to it, to its spaciousness and healing. I mean that awful loneliness of spirit that is the ultimate tragedy of life. When you've got to that, really reached it, without hope, without escape, you die. You just can't bear it, and you die.

My fear of loneliness is like a disease.