The fear of loss is a path to the dark side.
Quite an experience to live in fear, isn’t it? That’s what it is to be a slave.
People fear what they don’t understand. They always have.
Is it better to be feared or respected? I say, is it too much to ask for both?
If you’re frightened of dying, and you’re holding on, you’ll see devils tearing your life away. If you’ve made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the Earth.
I can’t control their fear, only my own.
I can’t admire people whose answer to everything that they fear or misunderstand is “kill it.”
Fear of death is what keeps us alive.
Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
Fear isn’t enough.
Everyone’s afraid of something.
Everyone fears that which they do not understand.
