I’d recommend anyone watch ‘Harold and Maude,’ ‘cause it helps a lot with fear of death.
Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.
All religions are founded on the fear of the many and the cleverness of the few.
Your timeless self does not age and has no fear of the future. Contemplate your physical self and all its possessions, and practice laughing peacefully at it all.
Whether you like it or not, you’re forced to come to the realisation that death is out there. But I don’t fear death, I’m a fatalist. I believe when it’s your time, that’s it. It’s the hand you’re dealt.
Fear follows crime and is its punishment.
If I die a violent death, as some fear and a few are plotting, I know that the violence will be in the thought and the action of the assassins, not in my dying.
There is greatness in the fear of God, contentment in faith of God, and honour in humility.
Hope and fear cannot alter the season.
If you fear making anyone mad, then you ultimately probe for the lowest common denominator of human achievement.
The deepest parts of you know that if freedom from fear was as easy as ‘creating a new reality’ for yourself, then you would already be the fearless person you know in your heart that you’re meant to be.
Any change in form produces a fear of change, and that has accelerated. Marketing is the death of invention, because marketing deals with the familiar.
Fear of death has been the greatest ally of tyranny past and present.
Fear is proof of a degenerate mind.
Fear of serious injury alone cannot justify oppression of free speech and assembly. Men feared witches and burnt women. It is the function of speech to free men from the bondage of irrational fears.
The quickest way to defuse fear or insecurity or anger is usually humor. I think comics figure that out quickly, and, once you figure it out, you think, ‘Hey, if I can do this and get paid, that would be kind of cool.’
For most of us, relationship with another is based on dependence, either economic or psychological. This dependence creates fear, breeds in us possessiveness, results in friction, suspicion, frustration.
The roaring thunder of the law and the fear of the terror of judgment are both used to bring us to Christ, but the final victory culminating in our salvation is won through God’s loving-kindness.
I was always afraid of dying. Always. It was my fear that made me learn everything I could about my airplane and my emergency equipment, and kept me flying respectful of my machine and always alert in the cockpit.
Questioning authority can hardly be called our national pastime. We even make a philosophy out of fear. Fatalism, destiny, karma… are the favourite cultural holes we hide in when authority flogs us. And what’s our tragedy.
We want to take the energy surrounding the Sandy Hook anniversary that might otherwise be consumed by grief or anger – or this week in San Bernardino by fear – and channel some of that to honor our common humanity and love each other.
People were already beginning to forget, what horrible suffering the war had brought them. I did not want to cause fear and panic, but to let people know how dreadful war is and so to stimulate people’s powers of resistance.
The greatest fear that haunts this city is a suitcase bomb, nuclear or germ. Many people carry small gas masks. The masses here seem to be resigned to the inevitable, believing an attack of major proportions will happen.
I do recall one moment when I went to India by myself. I was paralyzed with fear to travel alone, but I had this intuitive hint that I had to do it. It was transformative and beautiful.
Some emotions are essential to law and to public principles of justice: anger at wrongdoing, fear for our safety, compassion for the pain of others, all these are good reasons to make laws that protect people in their rights.
