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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.
A fool boasts of those who fear him; a wise man's pride is those who respect him.
A fool boasts of those who fear him; a wise man's pride is those who respect him.
No one loves the man whom he fears.
No one loves the man whom he fears.
The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, read more
The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, the last of ills, remain'd behind,
And horrow heavy sat on every mind.
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.
I have learned over the years that when one's mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing what must be read more
I have learned over the years that when one's mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing what must be done does away with fear.
Since love and fear can hardly coexist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be read more
Since love and fear can hardly coexist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved.
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
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.