You don’t have to be afraid.

He was afraid to look at Marjorie.

“Don’t be afraid,” the major said.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to,” I said.

I’m afraid I hit him just a little hard.

“I was afraid of just that all night,” she said.

The only thing he’s afraid of is another one of the same kind.

“I was afraid to Christy,” George said, “the snow was too deep.”

It would have been all right with Mrs. Smith but Liz was afraid.

If I could have a light I was not afraid to sleep, because I knew my soul would only go out of me if it were dark.

He felt uncomfortable and afraid that any minute a gamekeeper or a posse of citizens would come over the bank from the town.

The American lady was a little deaf and she was afraid that perhaps signals of departure were given and that she did not hear them.

In the night the American lady lay without sleeping because the train was a rapide and went very fast and she was afraid of the speed in the night.

So we took up the use of grammar, and soon Italian was such a difficult language that I was afraid to talk to him until I had the grammar straight in my mind.

I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

Liz wanted to make something special for Jim to take but she didn’t finally because she was afraid to ask Mrs. Smith for the eggs and flour and afraid if she bought them Mrs. Smith would catch her cooking.

Gosh, I was so excited, I was afraid to look at them, but I fixed the glasses on the place where they would come out back of the trees and then out they came with the old black jacket going third and they all sailing over the jump like birds.

I was never ashamed of the ribbons, though, and sometimes, after the cocktail hour, I would imagine myself having done all the things they had done to get their medals; but walking home at night through the empty streets with the cold wind and all the shops closed, trying to keep near the street lights, I knew that I would never have done such things, and I was very much afraid to die, and often lay in bed at night by myself, afraid to die and wondering how I would be when I went back to the front again.