Fear

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, he said, smugly. Do they really mean fear, as in scared, afraid, trembling in the dark? I asked. Of course that's what they mean, he snapped, adding more quietly, you'll regret your useless questions when you're spending eternity in Hell.

Fear is the worst enemy. If you know your fear, you can beat it.

The events of New York and Washington (Pentagon & WTC) struck much fear in the hearts of not only the American people but also many people in the rest of the western world.

The unknown reaction to the uknown stimuli that makes all our hearts race and our skin perspire: Fear embrace it.

A fear can at times be a healthy thing.

fear is what I feel when start my car after refueling; walking along the sidewalk about a busy street.It consumes my reality and is with me at virtually every step I take. It is the inevitability that someday will be my last.
it is very odd that we share 1st names and that the day you wrote the fear statement is my birthday.

Anndra

fear is the ugliness of life. We fear change , we fear difference, we fear letting go of ourselves. Fear is what keeps us separate and alone, which ironically is what we fear the most

i stare at the mirror, not so much at my reflection, but at the white stuff, as if i were trying to seek the future. my friend has invited me to go clubbing, which is something i've never done before. i'm no social butterfly, i'm too used to staying at home. i don't want to know anyone else's opinion because i don't care. but not caring just a little about what anyone thinks about things doesn't make conversation very exciting, now does it? people must think i'm a snob or something because i don't say anything, i don't talk to anyone, i keep to myself. this has kept me happy for a while because some people are just idiots: i really don't need to test my patience that way. but it's lonely. i've never had a fuck. i'm ready to surrender myself to somebody, anybody! but i fear i have nothing to give. what if i'm boring? what if they don't like me for who i really am? my friends offered me a makeover because i'm too grungy for a gay guy. oh sure, i'm funny, but i'm not a looker. i don't know how to conduct myself in a club. i don't know how to dance. i'm afraid i'll cling to my friends without the courage to ask somebody to come with me to the men's room for a fuck. how do you ask a guy for that? i don't know how. in five minutes, my friends will be here and i will take the first plunge into, into what? joy, stupidity? i bring my fingers to another shiner on my forehead, and give it a slight squeeze.