scared

That's scary, all the time to be afraid Wreck 2015 (Film, you should check it out).

Every danger loses some of its terror once its causes are understood.

GreenHollyWood asked me "How I sleep?", after all, after this horror and terror. The truth is that I close the one eye 1-2 seconds go and then the other... and I sleep. To to don't forget, if we will be friends I enjoy the horror..., I like to see myself scared!?

It is not what we know that scares us, it is what we do not

Seems to me people are mean or evil because they're scared, mostly, or in pain, or afraid they're going to lose something.

Horror is a situation, not a character, no matter how evil one may be.

All of a sudden, my right hand was dead, unplugged, and my left was definitely not working right.

A blur. That__ what it felt like to me

Fear gripped her like hands around the neck, the way it could only happen in an unfamiliar room in the pitch black of night.

And yet, I was scared of falling asleep, because the moment I fell asleep my wounds would heal and right then I didn__ want that to happen. Right then, I found a strange but real comfort in the pain.

It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.

You can be a really nasty, selfish little jerk when you're scared enough. I was scared enough.

...if you don't regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ...

If your options are closing-in around you and you feel panicked, scared and helpless, this is the time for action.

Can I be honest with you, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? I mean, really, really, really honest? Sometimes I get sooo scared! I__l wake up in the middle of the night all alone, hundreds of miles away from anybody, and it__ pitch dark, and I have absolutely no idea what__ going to happen to me in the future, and I get so scared I want to scream. Does that happen to you, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? When it happens, I try to remind myself that I am connected to others__ther things and other people. I work as hard as I can to list their names in my head. On that list, of course, is you, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. And the alley, and the well, and the persimmon tree, and that kind of thing. And the wigs that I__e made here with my own hands. And the little bits and pieces I remember about the boy. All these little things (though you__e not just another one of those little things, Mr. Wind-Up Bird, but anyhow_) help me to come back __ere_ little by little.

You haven't lived a full life until you have been in a very tough situation when you thought you were going to die. War does that to you.

He was alone with his thoughts. They were extremely unpleasant thoughts and he would rather have had a chaperon.

Your little kindness made the whole world my enemy, but I am not scared.