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“Fear never wrote a symphony or poem, negotiated a peace treaty, or cured a disease. Fear never pulled a family out of poverty or a country out of bigotry. Fear never saved a marriage or a business. Courage did that. Faith did that. People who refused to consult or cower to their timidities did that. But fear itself? Fear herds us into a prison and slams the doors. Wouldn't it be great to walk out?”

“Fear No Fear (The Sonnet) I have zero tolerance for fear, I don't mean intolerance of being afraid. Let the fear come and go, Just never let it make you slave. Embrace it all, and the grip will slowly loosen, Then take care of the cause of your fear. It is quite human to have cold feet on occasion, Just know, your backbone is your savior. Fear resisted is fear amplified, Fear embraced is fear relieved. Most fears are rooted in imagination, Observe yourself and all is revealed. You are the ultimate answer to your own fear. Study yourself without coldness, and all will be clear.”

“Fear no more," said Clarissa. Fear no more the heat o' the sun; for the shock of Lady Bruton asking Richard to lunch without her made the moment in which she had stood shiver, as a plant on the river-bed feels the shock of a passing oar and shivers: so she rocked: so she shivered. Millicent Bruton, whose lunch parties were said to be extraordinarily amusing, had not asked her. No vulgar jealousy could separate her from Richard. But she feared time itself, and read on Lady Bruton's face, as if it had been a dial cut in impassive stone, the dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how little the margin that remained was capable any longer of stretching, of absorbing, as in the youthful years, the colours, salts, tones of existence, so that she filled the room she entered, and felt often as she stood hesitating one moment on the threshold of her drawing-room, an exquisite suspense, such as might stay a diver before plunging while the sea darkens and brightens beneath him, and the waves which threaten to break, but only gently split their surface, roll and conceal and encrust as they just turn over the weeds with pearl.”

“Fear not, my doves!" Thorn jumped as someone flung an arm around her shoulders. The strange woman who had watched Thorn fight Brand a few days before thrust her gray-stubbled skull between her and her mother. "For the wise Father Yarvi has placed your daughter's education in my dextrous hands." Thorn hadn't thought her spirits could drop any lower, but the gods had found a way. "Education?" The woman hugged them tighter, her smell a heady mix of sweat, incense, herbs and piss. "It's where I teach and you learn." "And who . . . " Thorn's mother gave the ragged woman a nervous look, "or what . . . are you?" "Lately, a thief." When that sharpened nervousness into alarm she added brightly, "but also an experienced killer!”