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Fear: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Fears makes devils of cherubims.— T.C. iii. 2

Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd.— H. VI. PT. I. v. 2.

His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Our fears do, make us traitors.— M. iv. 2.

Those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear.— M. v. 3.

Nothing routs us But the villainy of our fears.— Cym V. 2.

O, a sin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners!— Cym. V. 3.

If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Cæsar is afraid?— J. C. ii. 2

In time we hate that which we often fear.— A. C. i. 3.

O, these flaws and starts, (Impostors to true fear) would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire.— M. iii 4.

This is the very painting of your fear.— M. iii. 4.

You make me strange, Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, While mine are blanch'd with fear.— M. iii. 4

Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling, without fear.— T. C. iii. 2.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where got'st thou that goose look?— M. v. 3.

O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster.— T. C. iii. 2.

There is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.— H.IV. PT. I. iv 1.

The love of wicked friends converts to fear; That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both, To worthy danger, and deserved death.— R. II. v. 1

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And, for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal?— H. i. 4.

Let not the world see fear and sad distrust Govern the motion of a kingly eye.— K. J. v. 1.

I am sick and capable of fears; Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; A woman, naturally born to fears.— K. J. iii. 1.

I have almost forgot the very taste of fears: The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would, at a dismal treatise, rouse, and stir, As life were in't: I have supp'd full of horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.— M. v. 5.