If an opportunity scares you, that’s God’s way of saying you should jump at it.

She was scared about leaving everything, and I got that, but I also knew you couldn’t start living in the new place until you said

It’s okay to be scared, but you have to get out there, open up, love, make mistakes, learn, be stronger, and start all over again.

“Is something the matter?” Calcifer asked.

“Yes. My heart. There was a scarecrow at the door!” Sophie gasped.

“What has a scarecrow to do with your heart?” Calcifer asked.

“It was trying to get in here. It gave me a terrible fright. And my heart—but you wouldn’t understand, you silly young demon!” Sophie panted. “You haven’t got a heart.”

“Yes I have,” Calcifer said, as proudly as he had revealed his arm. “Down in the glowing part under the logs. And don’t call me young. I’m a good million years older than you are! Can I reduce the speed of the castle now?”

Motoko Minagawa: Don’t you Good Afternoon me! Just ’cause you scared us yesterday, doesn’t mean we’re through.
Saki Hanajima: No, I’m sure it doesn’t. By the

Calcifer : Sophie… She keeps staring at me… It’s freaking me out…
Witch of the Waste : What a pretty fire!

Young Sophie : It’s… you’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave. Howl, tell me what’s going on! Please. I don’t

Have you ever had a big idea or dream – something you wanted so bad … but you were too scared to make it happen, or maybe you didn’t really believe it could? Think of how often you’ve had someone you looked up to or viewed as successful – shoot one of your suggestions full of holes. Ideas and babies have a lot in common – they require a lot of nourishment to survive. A new idea, regardless of its size, may not be able to withstand a beating when you first give it birth.

Crap. I’m scared. I want to run away. I want to run away so badly…but still, I want to change, is what I thought. I’ve never felt this way before. I can’t stand the way I am. I want to change.

I would dream that this coffin had wings, and it would fly around my bed at night, and so it was a dream that happened a lot, and that’s what frightened me.

I felt peace, even though I was still scared to death. I thought that, whatever would happen to me – I could still be killed. I didn’t know – and in what I’d already been through, God was in control.

The day after my mom took me to the zoo where she liked the monkeys and I liked the bears, it was a Friday. I came home from school. She gave me a hug and told me to go do my homework in my room so I could watch TV later. I went into my room, and she sat down at the kitchen table, I guess, and then she screamed, and I ran out, and she had fallen over. She was lying on the floor, holding her head and jerking. And I freaked out. I should have called 911, but I just started screaming and crying until finally she stopped jerking, and I thought she had fallen asleep and that whatever had hurt didn’t hurt anymore. So I just sat there on the floor with her until my dad got home an hour later.

Don’t be scared of color.

Y-yes…they…scare me…(internally) “You must be perfect. Perfect at all times. A perfect personality, a perfect academic record…otherwise you’ll never be able to beat that woman’s son. Your own father will reject you.” I was always so nervous. I’d be punished for anything short of perfection. I was already walking a tightrope, but it just kept getting thinner and thinner. (aloud) It feels like I’m under siege. It feels like I’m suffocating. Even so, there were times when I was desperate to live up to her expectations. But now there’s my little brother, so I…

If your goal doesn’t scare and excite you at the same time, it’s probably not a goal worth pursuing. Fear means you have a goal worth pursuing.

You can’t scare me, I’m a truck driver.

No… don’t leave! Don’t leave me behind! Why!? I’m scared! No! I don’t like this! I hate this world! I hate this! It’s not my fault! And it’s too late…even if I realize the truth now, it’s too late…! I can’t survive in a world like this! I don’t want to, not after everything…no “promises”, no “bond”, no “eternity”, living on the “outside”…the very idea terrifies me. I’m scared…I’m so scared! Who will love me? There’s no guarantee! Surrounded by strangers…I can’t live like that. I just can’t…

I’m just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.

Scared isn’t a good excuse. Scared is the excuse everyone has always used.

Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

Because I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart imperceptibly slowly, and I will forget, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and everyone but herself and her mom in those last moments she spent as a person. I know now that she forgives me for being dumb and scared and doing the dumb and scared thing. I know she forgives me, just as her mother forgives her.

Wayne’s cool. I ran into him at my hangout back home, and he’s just cool. I actually have this beat that I want him on, but I was too scared to get it to Clancy to get to them, but Wayne’s cool.

Sacred souls experience sleepless nights. It is enormous strength for specific sacred work.

His impatience for sleep often frightened that very sleep away.

“Why didn’t he turn me out?” [Sophie] said, half to herself and half to Michael. “It beats me,” said Michael. “But I think he goes by Calcifer. Most people who come in here either don’t notice Calcifer or are scared stiff of him.”

It was a perfectly normal May Day, but Sophie was scared of that too. And when a young man in a fantastical blue-and-silver costume spotted Sophie and decided to accost her as well, Sophie shrank into a shop doorway and tried to hide. The young man looked at her in surprise. “It’s all right, you little gray mouse,” he said laughing rather pityingly. “I only want to buy you a drink. Don’t look so scared.”

Howl said to Sophie, “I’ve been wondering all along if you would turn out to be that lovely girl I met on May Day. Why were you scared then?”

Shit, you can die from that?

It wasn’t meant to be. There’s nothing to be scared of, it’s just a storm.