But where hope rises, fear must lurk behind. — Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
But where hope rises, fear must lurk behind. — Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
But where hope rises, fear must lurk behind. — Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
But where hope rises, fear must lurk behind. — Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
But where hope rises, fear must lurk behind. — Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
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But where hope rises, fear must lurk behind.

— Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
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My life was going to flash before my eyes, but it decided to hide behind my eyes and quake with terror instead. — Sarah Rees Brennan, The Demon's Lexicon
Suppressing the fear of death makes it all the stronger. The point is only to know, beyond any shadow of doubt, that "I" — Alan W. Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us — Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
The truth is that I feel totally helpless, or totally inconsolable, to be more honest. I’m not trying to hide it, but it — Jostein Gaarder, The Orange Girl
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death. — Guy de Maupassant, The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Part One
Do I fear death? No, I am not afraid of being dead because there's nothing to be afraid of, I won't know it. I fear dyin — Christopher Hitchens
When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die. — Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree
Grandfather : Death is nothing to be afraid of.Renee : It's not death I'm afraid of.Grandfather: What is it, then? — Yvonne Wood, Dead Beautiful
There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something diff — T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
The dead are merely the countrymen of my future. — Dean Koontz, Fear Nothing
Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had — T.S. Eliot, Selected Poems