You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever you are? You're chicken. You've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and... say, "Okay, life's a fact. People do fall in love. People do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Holly Golightly: You know those days when you've got the mean reds? Paul: The mean reds? You mean like the blues?... Holly Golightly: No, the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There are two kinds of timidity--timidity of mind, and timidity of the nerves; physical timidity, and moral timidity. Each is inde...pendent of the other. The body may be frightened and quake while the mind remains calm and bold, and vice versë. This is the key to many eccentricities of conduct. When both kinds meet in the same man he will be good for nothing all his life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Anxiety is not fear, being afraid of this or that definite object, but the uncanny feeling of being afraid of nothing at all. It i...s precisely Nothingness that makes itself present and felt as the object of our dread.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At man's core there is a voice that wants him never to give in to fear. But if it is true that in general man cannot give in to fe...ar, at the very least he postpones indefinitely the moment when he will have to confront himself with the object of his fear ... when he will no longer have the assistance of reason as guaranteed by God, or when he will no longer have the assistance of God such as reason guaranteed. It is necessary to recoil, but it is necessary to leap, and perhaps one only recoils in order to leap better.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Terror is as much a part of the concept of truth as runniness is of the concept of jam. We wouldn't like jam if it didn't, by its ...very nature, ooze. We wouldn't like truth if it wasn't sticky, if, from time to time, it didn't ooze blood.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
His mind resembled the vast amphitheatre, the Colisæum at Rome. In the centre stood his judgement, which, like a mighty gladiator..., combated those apprehensions that, like the wild beasts of the Arena, were all around the cells, ready to be let out upon him. After a conflict, he drove them back into their dens; but not killing them, they were still assailing him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »