fears

The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord,That all the misbelieving and black HordeOf Fears and Sorrows that infest the SoulScatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.

My goal is not to frighten you. My goal is to make you fight your fears.

I've never been scared of the dark, but I'm still terrified of what's in it.

You may have fallen down, but you can get back up again. You may have doors shut, but new doors will open for you. You may have been lied on, but the truth will come to the light. You may have been hurt, but the pain will pass. You are a survivor. You have a history of surviving.

Sometimes, I feel my breath coming in shorter, quicker, spastic bursts, feel my heart threaten to thunder through my ribs, feel sweat beading on my brow...and I know it__ time to bust out those __hocolate frogs_ from Harry Potter.

When you are open to living and trust the process of life and ready to face all your fears, and not afraid to go astray with life, life definitely comes and talk to you, in its own language.

This I would wish, that there was no time or sleep. No more past, or future, and everything we did was good the first time, for the day. Without the need of looking back to learn from the past, and no future to hope for the better. No more tiredness, or having a need to dream, and no nightmares to fear. If there was a second time, this is how I would like to start over.

Winning or losing achieves the same result--change.

I arise to face my failures every morning, but I never fail to face them.

Fear is the freaky troll under the bridge that leads to achievement.

I don't need to relive my fears anymore. All I need to do now is try to overcome them.

Fear, is a horrible place to live in, and much worse die in.

The Luidaeg sighed and put her arms around me, pulling me close. "Come here," she said. "I need to hold someone, and you need to be held. It's a fair trade. Just for a little while, and then we can go on being what we are." I thought about objecting, but dismissed the idea and nestled against her, enjoying the feeling of security given by knowing someone bigger and stronger than I was would stop anything from hurting me. That's all childhood is, after all: strong arms to hold back the dark, a story to keep the shadows dancing, and a candle to mark the long journey into day. A song to keep the flights of angels at bay. How many miles to Babylon? Sorry. I don't care.

beneath the pain of your fears, wild and ready, lives your truth, the essence of your singular beauty, hoping, waiting for you to set it free.

He lifted himself out of the darkness of his fears, into a bright new world of possibility.

Life itself is the best (and the only) timekeeper.

The land of possibility is a better place to make your home than the realm of expectation will ever be

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.