I do not fear failure. I only fear the "slowing up" of the engine inside of me which is pounding, saying, "keep going, someone must be on top, why not you?".
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
Have no fear of perfection-you'll never reach it.
Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life.
A boss creates fear, a leader confidence. A boss fixes blame, a leader corrects mistakes. A boss knows all, a leader asks questions. A boss makes work drudgery, a leader makes it interesting. A boss is interested in himself or herself, a leader is interested in the group.
If you have fear of those that command you, spare those that obey you.
The irony is that the person not taking risks feels the same amount of fear as the person who regularly takes risks.
Dolendi modus, timendi non item. (To suffering there is a limit; to fearing, none.) -Bacon.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait, And from your judgment must expect my fate.
Render therefore to all their dues: tribute to whom tribute is due; custom to whom custom; fear to whom fear; honour to whom honour.
Yet do I fear thy nature. It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
O happy skylark springing Up to the broad, blue sky, Too fearless in thy winging, Too gladsome in thy singing, Thou also soon shalt lie Where no sweet notes are ringing.
Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
I hasten to laugh at everything, for fear of being obliged to weep. [Fr., Je me hate de me moquer de tous, de peur d'etre oblige d'en pleurer.]
We must laugh before we are happy, for fear we die before we laugh at all.
I quickly laugh at everything, for fear of having to cry.
There are two levers for moving men: interest and fear.
Learn as though you would never be able to master it; hold it as though you would be in fear of losing it.
Falsehood is invariably the child of fear in one form or another.
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man less than a span: In his conception wretched, from the womb so to the tomb. Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years with cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
The real malady is fear of life, not of death.
The fear of life is the favorite disease of the 20th century.