Fear builds its phantoms which are more fearsome than fear itself

..reality, when calmly analysed and its consequences willingly accepted, loses much of its terror.

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.

Our fears are more numerous than our dangers, and we suffer more in our imagination than reality.

What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?

The airy phantoms that flit before the distempered imaginations of some of its adversaries would quickly give place to the more substantial forms of dangers, real, certain, and formidable.

The fears you avoid become stronger. The fears you confront become weaker while you get stronger.

Fear cannot be banished, but it can be calm and without panic; it can be mitigated by reason and evaluation.

Fear makes come true that which one is afraid of.

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

Your fears are a kind of prison that confines you within a limited range of action. The less you fear, the more power you will have and the more fully you will live.

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.

As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.

The fear is not real, Dil Bahadur; it is only in your mind, like all other things. Our thoughts form what we believe to be reality.