Felipe Massa Quotes

I woke up nights, worrying that Lotus was out of control - that no one would know what to do.

It's inevitable that you feel scared when you don't have control of a situation.

I remember that all of a sudden, the car felt like I couldn't control it. It was absolutely the most horrifying experience. We rolled over, off the freeway. I think there was something wrong with the car.

I'm familiar with that feeling of silence that comes with a very imminent catastrophe, when you know you have absolutely no control over a situation.

I have always had a dread of becoming a passenger in life.

I think in the case of horror, it's a chance to confront a lot of your worse fears and those fears usually have to do, ironically, with powerlessness and isolation.

With The Omen, I really felt I wasn't in control. It was panic.

I just think that for a lot of people - not to take the focus off of myself - that feeling of imminent dread, like a cloak of black dust, was always around me.

When you are desperate, it's usually because of fear.

My mind shrank from the menace sweeping down on us, … vainly clinging to the fancy that great disasters only happen to other people.

Oh my God. My God. It’s all over.

I have a thing where if I'm not in control, I feel the whole world is about to collapse.

I remember hearing myself start to whimper, a five-year-old, crouched by the side of the road, staring into my father's eyes, whimpering because it was so dark and there was no one coming to help, whimpering because my mother was back in the crushed car, not moving, and my father was lying here in the dirt, not answering me, not holding me, not comforting me, not helping my mother get out of the car, and there was blood, so much blood, and broken glass everywhere, and it was so dark and so cold and no one was coming to help.

It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.

Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?” --Sadie to Zia

I have given my all Catch me catch me I think I'm gonna fall

There are some days where, at the end of the day, you've done OK. It's the most out-of-control feeling you possibly can have.

I suppose fear is like a drug. A little bit isn't that bad, but you can get addicted to the consumption and distribution of it.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

Did you ever get fed up?' I said. 'I mean did you ever get scared that everything was going to go lousy unless you did something?

I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.

They did not submit to the obvious alternative, which was simply to close the eyes and fall. So easy, really. Go limp and tumble to the ground and let the muscles unwind and not speak and not budge until your buddies picked you up and lifted you into the chopper that would roar and dip its nose and carry you off to the world. A mere matter of falling, yet no one ever fell. It was not courage, exactly; the object was not valor. Rather, they were too frightened to be cowards.

His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him—bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or… …or tap him on the shoulder.

Fear is not an unknown emotion to us.

Awareness of insanity does not make one any less insane. Awareness of drowning does not make one any less of a drowning person--it only adds the burden of panic