The fear is always bigger than the actual threat. Once you stop being afraid, the threat falls apart.

I was no longer afraid. Not of important men, not of trustees and such; for knowing now that there was nothing which I could expect from them, there was no reason to be afraid.

There would be nothing to frighten you if you refused to be afraid.

Sometimes fear could be forgotten, but never for long.

I smiled, — for what had I to fear?

when all fears of a possible worse thing are passed, there is in some sense peace and even glory.

My fear fell from me as if it had been a vaporous garment which dissolved in the warmth.

The thing is fear can't hurt you any more than a dream

Things change when you're not in danger anymore.

What do I have to fear from them now that everything is over? Since they can no longer make things any worse for me, they can no longer frighten me. Anxiety and terror are ills from which they have delivered me for ever: this is real relief for me. Real ills have little hold over me; I deal easily with those that I actually experience, but not with those that I fear. My fevered imagination adds them together, turns them over and over, draws them out and increases them. The expectation of them tortures me a hundred times more than their actual presence, and the threat of them is far worse than the blow itself. As soon as they happen, the experience of them strips them of their imagined aura and cuts them down to their true size.

There were all kinds of things I was afraid of at first, ranging from grizzly bears to ‘mean' horses and gun-fighters; but by acting as if I was not afraid I gradually ceased to be afraid.

If we could literally reach into you and remove all your fears — every one of them — how different would your life be? Think about it. If nothing stopped you from following your dreams, your life would probably be very different.

It was like something you have dreaded and feared and dodged for years until it seemed like all your life, then despite everything it happened to you and all it was was just pain, all it did was hurt and so it was all over, all finished, all right.

While I was fearing it, it came,
But came with less of fear,
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it dear.