The Fear Of Long Words Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Your wits are beyond measure while I knew nothing. I could hardly write and let alone read. You graduated with the highest honors in college. I only finished until sixth grade. You are up there, and I was just this low. Our great differences always scare me.” “I understand your fear and where it is coming from. But, Val, fear is one of the most powerful human emotions. It can save you, but it can also break you and tear you apart. Fear also robs you the freedom in trying to do something, in becoming someone, and in… being with the people whose sides you always felt belonged.”

Turning to the functioning laptop beside him ,he stole a glance at the sound buttons before he began to type. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ Fear, that horrid emotion that weakens one, subjects one to levels below that one would never have succumbed to. It was surprising how it was easily acquired;by the loudest of sounds, by the slightest of sounds and by even no sound at all. It had stunned the children, shaken them to their bone marrows.

'I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unnerving ease. It begins in your mind, always ... so you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of

I told. “With every word covid out of your mouth, start with the reaction you are displaying. The problem is that you are filled with fear. Where is it written all over your body, and you can't even withstand the fact that this will be a heavy load if you continue to apply fear? We have many achievements to get if we truly make her sign those papers, so why then are you triggered about nothing?” he explained.

“It builds even when you’re not trying.” She leaned slightly toward him. “That feels true.” His arm came around her, easy and familiar. She rested her head against his shoulder, the contact grounding rather than consuming. They stayed like that for a long time. ************************************************************** Later, as the night deepened, the conversation shifted naturally. “I’ve been thinking about fear,” Lena said. “Not the obvious kind. The quieter ones.” Eli glanced down at her. “Which ones?” “The fear of being seen accurately,” she said. “Not idealized. Not misunderstood. Just… known.”

He thought: I have been very slow. He thought: I have been doing the thing I always do when I'm afraid—filling every hour so that the fear has nowhere to settle. Sixteen-hour days and desk lunches and declined invitations and the wrong-ratio coffee and the apartment that knows it's missing something. The fear had been there the whole time, of course. The fear didn't need space to settle. The fear was the thing he'd been running from, and running from it had only made it grow, and had only given it more territory to claim.

“Not until she says you can.” Fear rippled through the crowd. Some tried to crawl back. Others cried. A few begged. None of it mattered. Ethan turned away from them and walked back into the mansion. Up on the balcony, Lily stood frozen. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around the iron grill behind her, knuckles pale. The screams below had faded, replaced by a suffocating silence. When she heard footsteps, her breath hitched. “Lily.” She turned slowly. Ethan stood a few feet away, his shadow stretching toward her under the balcony lights. She didn’t move closer. She didn’t move away. Her eyes were wide—not with hatred, not with anger—but with something closer to fear mixed with disbelief.

He said in polite manner but mixed in frightened tone. "He want me to comeback?" He laughed sarcastically. "Tell them!" Jae Gray said in serious tone that made anyone in front of him trembled in fear. "I'll come and settle the matters on the right time!" He said coldly. "If ever he sends you again after me I will kill anyone of you" he added, and murderous aura was emitting to his while body. Then he stoods up, and walked away without turning his back. As soon as Jae Gray left, the uneasiness felt by the leader of the men's in black suit faded away, the pressure he felt in front of him earlier was too frightening.

Richard was quiet for a long time. He looked at his phone.... I looked at mine. He was afraid I had learned to read this in him across thirty-seven years.... the way fear presented in Richard, which was as disapproval, as critical engagement with whatever was in front of him. He did not go soft when he was afraid. He went sharp. He found the weak point in the nearest available thing and applied pressure to it, not because the weak point was the source of the fear but because pressure on something concrete was preferable to sitting with the formless thing underneath.