Rick: You don’t know what it’s like out there. You may think you do, but you don’t. It’s only a matter of time. There’s too many of those things. My boy, my wife, I never told them what I really thought. I never even hinted, just, just kept it in, kept us moving, kept it in, kept us moving.
Cordelia: I know what you’re up to. You think that if you get me mad enough, I won’t be so scared. And hey! It’s working. Where’s a damn weapon?
Even snakes are afraid of snakes.
Leslie: What if he shows up with another woman? What if one of my sleeves catches on fire and it spreads rapidly? What if instead of Tic-Tacs I accidentally pop a couple of Ambien and I have to keep punching my leg to stay awake?
Ann: Those are all insane hypotheticals and I promise you they won’t happen.
Leslie: They have happened. All of these have happened to me.
It’s not that I’m afraid to die, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.
If you live life right, death is a joke as far as fear is concerned.
Austin Powers: There are only two things in this world that scare me and one is nuclear war.
Basil: What’s the other?
Austin Powers: Huh?
Basil: What’s the other thing that scares you?
Austin Powers: Carnies. Circus folk. Nomads, you know. Smell like cabbage. Small hands.
Be scared. You can’t help that. But don’t be afraid. Ain’t nothing in the woods going to hurt you unless you corner it, or it smells that you are afraid. A bear or a deer, too, has got to be scared of a coward the same as a brave man has got to be.
Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again.
Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.
What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.
This great nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
I was no longer scared. I could see what was inside me.
Calhoun: All right. Now listen up, ’cause I’m only gonna say this once. “Fear” is a four letter word, ladies. If you wanna go pee-pee in your big-boy slacks, keep it to yourself! It’s make-your-mamas-proud time!
Ralph: I love my mama!
Megamind: Imagine the most horrible, terrifying, evil thing you can possibly think of and multiply it… by six.
I play a lot of those parts, and it’s a chicken-and-egg thing. I don’t know whether you get scary because you play those parts or did you get those parts because you were scary? But I do believe that there’s a very close connection to what’s scary and what’s funny. So I think if you have the ability to do one, you might have the ability to do the other.
I have a theory, that there is a terrific link between what is funny and what is scary. I think there is a very close connection between what frightens people and what makes them laugh. Laughter is a kind of nervousness. Animals don’t laugh. Smiling is, anthropologists agree, directly linked to the baring of the teeth.
When the least they could do to you was everything, then the most they could do to you suddenly held no terror.
Mycroft: You don’t seem very afraid.
Watson: You don’t seem very frightening.
At my age, flowers scare me.
The soft-minded man always fears change. He feels security in the status quo, and he has an almost morbid fear of the new. For him, the greatest pain is the pain of a new idea.