Sarah Rees Brennan Quotes

What I wasn't prepared for were the feelings of anxiety that it stirred in me. I wasn't prepared for the initial feeling of I don't want to have to do that again. I was scared.

If anyone ever asks you what panic is, now you can tell them: an emotional blank spot that leaves you feeling as if you've been sucking on a mouthful of pennies.

Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.

I shudder at the image they would piece together.

I spent four days and four nights just covered in blood, falling in the water.

I would wake up in Moscow or somewhere else, my heart beating fast, feeling bitter and helpless.

Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.

There's horror in your life, believe me, whether it's coming, or you've just been lucky to miss it today.

The best-case scenario is that the glass shatters in my face! How do you think that makes me feel?

When I was 15 or 16 - I slept really well then. Now I sleep on a bed of anxiety-tipped nails.

I have a hard time watching people getting punched on screen; I have to close my eyes a lot.

I was tortured, and probably half of it was deserved, but I was bullied - so much so that there were days when I was like, 'I can't go to school today.' I was too scared.

I'm a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.

I had my moments when I got very frightened that I would not recover.

This is the war I fear.

When they first grabbed us, yeah, it terrified, but they calmed me down.

I often close my eyes because I can't tolerate violence.

The poor monkey, quietly seated on the ground, seemed to be in sore trouble at this display of anger.

I get really nervous, really anxious.

I'm accustomed to being harassed.

I remember one of them - it was a 1941 black Ford. As it went by very slow, a guy leaned out with a shotgun, keeping a bead on us all the time, and we just had to walk slowly and wait for him to kill us... They didn't kill us, but they didn't end it, either.

Worry is a big part of my life. I definitely worry a lot.

So we become alive in a time of fear.

I think grief and fear are going to come to him suddenly. They'll be undiluted and words won't work. We're all going to get hit and won't know how to hit back. I wish I knew the answers, how to help myself and the people who will hurt all around me.

In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?