Quotes About Foreboding

Oh no no, I think I've just called down a dreadful curse upon myself

I have a terrible fear the blind seer can see.

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I am sure that you have had, as we all have, that mysterious experience of prescience--a moment when, beyond reason and cause, at a word, or a flicker of an eyelid, or at anything at all, one has a sudden foreboding--of what,one does not know,. I am not a religious man; but sometimes I am nearly tempted to believe that the gods do speak to us, and that only in unguarded moments do we listen.

The anticipation of what they will do to you is every bit as sickening in a dream as when it is really going to happen.

From the time I was a kid, I always knew something was going to happen to me. Didn't know exactly what.

As a general rule, men expect disappointment:

I believe in the future of the terrible.

The whole time I was with him there was that feeling of ephemerality, uncertainty. If that was a premonition of what was to come, what a sorrowful one it was.

She shifted in her chair, eyeing her front door with trepidation as she began to wonder if something might be wrong. What if he'd been hurt somewhere—if he'd been in an automobile accident or, more bizarre but nonetheless

The hands of the watch stood at five past eight. The only kind of death that can be accurately predicted to the minute had taken place, the death that takes its victim, … feet foremost through the floor, Into an empty space. 2 THREE TIMES IN THE past thirty-five years I had seen her name in print.

You're next.

I have a bad feeling about this...

I got a bad feeling about this. ?Han Solo, before the walls of the trash compactor start to close in

But it was frightening: or, more exactly, it was like a foretaste of death, like being a little less alive.

Weak people live in perpetual fear and foreboding.

The contours of the coming disaster expanded to include the deaths of all present.

Beats thinking about whatever's waiting in Stonewall.

shimmered behind the clouds as if the black birds were swimming against a frothy tide. The hardwood trees on the surrounding Appalachian slopes were gone to gold and scarlet, and the strange light hinted at the gray winter waiting ahead. One of the crows turned, and its eyes flashed with fire. A blood-chilling caw cracked the brittle air. Rachel slid her

I knew it; I bloody knew it," he muttered. "It followed us. Whatever was in that house, it followed every one of us.

hearing their death before the actual impact reverberates through the hull—and there never really had been time for lifeboats . . .

A happening was looming. It was out there somewhere beyond the regular enclosed life that I had been living. It was out there, not waiting, but existing. Being. Perhaps it was only slightly wondering if I would come to it.

and shivered like the future.

The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? Personally