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No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
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.
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.
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of read more
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.
No one loves the man whom he fears.
No one loves the man whom he fears.
We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions
in their danger.
We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions
in their danger.
In extreme danger fear feels no pity.
[Lat., In summo periculo timor miericordiam non recipit.]
In extreme danger fear feels no pity.
[Lat., In summo periculo timor miericordiam non recipit.]
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.
The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights
of another.
The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights
of another.
