Quotes About Foreboding

The air around them shimmered with a sense of immenence.

I don't have a feeling of doom, just impendence.

Already an atmosphere of anticipation, rivalling that of before the play, was intensifying.

But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed.

Tonight will be bad, and tomorrow will be beyond imagining.

He turned a cold certain look over them like the sweep of a scythe. "For however many of them will be left," he said.

There's something nearby," she said. "Something up ahead." The captain heard her and glanced back. "Something dangerous?" "Something dead," Kasia said, and dropped her eyes to her saddle, her hands clenched on the reins.

The calm before the storm.

I can only describe my reaction to him as an immediate and fatal attraction, although I had no inkling then of just how fatal it would turn out to be.'1

I always knew this day would come. I just didn't know where, or when. I certainly never imagined it would be in a place like this, on a planet killer the like of which the galaxy has never seen. A million voices cry out as one, washing over me, their pain my own.

It was shaping up to be one of a handful of days in my life that filled me with the kind of anticipation and excitement that makes your anus tingle ever so slightly.

And you seem to see numbers of to-morrows just all in a line, the first of them the biggest and clearest, the others getting smaller and smaller as they stand farther away; but they all seem very fierce and cruel and as if they said, 'I'm coming! Beware of me! Beware of me!

The trees overhead deepened the gloom of the hour, and they dripped sadly upon him, impressing him with forebodings—illogical forebodings; for though he knew that he loved her he also knew that he could not be more to her than he was.

Damn you all. You have no idea what you're heading into. This world you take to be 'the' world will die, and descend into Hell, and all history after that will belong properly to the history of Hell.

Events seem to be ordered into an ominous logic.

The horizon was a biblical disaster.

Someone must have been in a rush to leave this morning," I told the door, trying to tamp down the major case of the willies the silent street was giving me. "Someone was just late for work, and they didn't quite close the door. That's all. There's nothing foreboding in a door that hasn't been shut all the way. There's nothing eerie in that at all. There's nothing creepy about the street...Oh, crap. Hello?

I know I will die in a car crash.

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

If the libido is not permitted to follow the progressive life, which is willing to accept all dangers and all losses, then it follows the other road, sinking into its own depths, working down into the old foreboding regarding the immortality of all life, to the longing for rebirth.

The calm before the storm that might carry us all before it.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

What do you think we'll find?" Strider asked, his features pensive as he peered at Lucien. "And why the hell do you now look capable of murder? These last few weeks the only expression you've given us was bored. I mention the temples and hello, demon.

Ed. Note: if this were a movie, OMINOUS BLACK CAR MUSIC would start here