Mary E. Pearson Quotes

Whatever you think this is going to be like," she whispers, "it's going to be worse.

Sometimes it is right to fear the dark.

I’m afraid to close my eyes, I’m afraid to open them

Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.

I’m so afraid that all I can reach will lead me to all I dare not see.

We fear that which we cannot see.

What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?

Fear of the unknown is the greatest fear of all.

I think most people are afraid of what they don't know.

As a rule, men worry more about what they can't see than about what they can.

I'm scared of the unknown future.

I am one of the haunted.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

The unknown is always frightening.

It's irksome to read about someone I don't recognize. It frightens me.

People who work every day are kind of scared of things they don't understand.

Gory stuff can be shocking but it doesn't really scare me. I'd say the kind of stuff that gets under my skin is the unknown. You hear a knock behind a wall and you don't know what it is. Is there something there or not?

I shudder when relating it.

Running at night used to frighten me. Part of it was simply safety, the question of whether level ground would truly appear under each tentative footstep, and whether the temporary but complete blindness suffered while running toward headlights was, in fact, concealing death.

Latin Americans hold on tight even to pain and suffering, preferring a certain present to an uncertain future. Some of this is only natural, entirely human. But for us, the fear is paralyzing; it generates not only anxiety but also paralysis.

On stage, I am in the dark.

I'm terrified to go in lakes because you can't see the bottom, and not knowing what's there watching you is really scary to me.

Horror can be contained within a book, given form and meaning. But in life, horror has no more form than it does meaning. Horror just is.

I've always had this in a kind of worst-case dark imagination. I want to know what the dark form in the window is. I want to know what the noise under the staircase is.

Between the fear that something would happen and the hope that still it wouldn't, there is much more space than one thinks. On that narrow, hard, bare and dark space a lot of us spend their lives.