#afraid

Brazil is where I belong, the place that feels like home. They love their family, their country and God, and are not afraid to let anybody know it. ↗

— Dionne Warwick

#anybody #belong #brazil #country #family

Like Rodgers and Hammerstein, I'm not afraid to deal with themes about the ups and downs of life, yet which are still entertaining, and you still feel these stories. ↗

— Harvey Weinstein

#afraid #deal #downs #entertaining #feel

I don't like travelling. Which is ridiculous. And it's not because I'm afraid of dying on the plane or anything. I just like to stay at home. ↗

— Rachel Weisz

#anything #because #dying #home #i

I like the ball in a big game. I'm not afraid to take it. ↗

— David Wells

#ball #big #game #i #like

We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger. ↗

— Tad Williams

#afraid #every #every time #fear #found

I think I was afraid of what I might say when I got onto someone's stage or in front of someone's camera. ↗

— Jeffrey Wright

#camera #front #got #i #i think

I've always been attracted to things that are taboo. I've never been afraid to go to that dark place. ↗

— Ricky Williams

#always #attracted #been #dark #dark place

I was always afraid of dying. Always. It was my fear that made me learn everything I could about my airplane and my emergency equipment, and kept me flying respectful of my machine and always alert in the cockpit. ↗

— Chuck Yeager

#afraid #airplane #alert #always #cockpit

You give me electric chair. I no afraid of that chair! You're one of capitalists. You is crook man too. Put me in electric chair. I no care! ↗

— Giuseppe Zangara

#capitalists #care #chair #crook #electric

He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars. The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone. “You’re . . . ,” he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. “Such a pain,” he concluded. “What?” I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one of Fang’s hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination. Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang’s arms around me now, sliding under my wings, his hands flat against my back. It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him. It was a total disaster. Gasping, I pulled back. “I, uh—,” I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking him over, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket. ↗

— James Patterson

#best-friends #brb-dying #confusion #feelings #friendship