Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned read more

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round, walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.

It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.

Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can read more

Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realize that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvelously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones

Fear always springs from ignorance.

Fear always springs from ignorance.

I came to believe it not true that "the coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave man only one." I read more

I came to believe it not true that "the coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave man only one." I think it is the other way around: It is the brave who die a thousand deaths. For it is imagination, and not just conscience, which doth make cowards of us all. Those who do not know fear are not truly brave.

Let us never negotiate out of fear, but let us never fear to
negotiate.

Let us never negotiate out of fear, but let us never fear to
negotiate.

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel read more

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.

He had a feeling that the answer was quite different and that he ought to know it, but he could read more

He had a feeling that the answer was quite different and that he ought to know it, but he could not think of it. He began to get frightened, and that is bad for thinking.

Fear is not a lasting teacher of duty.
[Lat., Timor non est diuturnus magister officii.]

Fear is not a lasting teacher of duty.
[Lat., Timor non est diuturnus magister officii.]