Quotes About Foreboding

He's getting grimmer and grimmer," Barabas said. "Derek?" "Yes. Before long he will start emitting his own dark cloud." "Maybe we can all sneak around under the cover of his darkness.

is the misquotation of Keats, when Némirovsky writes: "This thing of Beauty is a guilt for ever." I have deliberately retained this mistake in the text as a poignant reminder that Némirovsky was writing Suite Française in the depths of the French countryside, with a sense of urgent foreboding and nothing but her memory as a source.

All dreams are sinister.

I did not like the look of him at all. Something significantly ill-omened which I could not yet define emanated from him.

It was dark now. A thin moon was visible, a bright portent, but giving no light.

He thought about the future and it was a vibrating darkness. He felt fear.

Nothing happened; yet there were disturbing signs and portents.

Louise thought, what will happen to them — perhaps just this is the beginning of some awful end.

you can feel something in the air, the rolling boil of a pot about to run over. Not

Why do I get the feeling, interjected Cheops, that shit and fan are moving into conjunction, and that we might be in the way?

This book is so interesting. I always wonder what's going to happen next.

Cam knows this is not going to be a good day the moment he sees the chain saw.

I smell fear, he said with a quiet intensity. But not nearly enough.

when the doorbell rang, there was no sense of foreboding—no dimming of the sun, no foreshadowing of the arrival of death at their door.

I gave him my code name. 'This is Mr. Slow Death.

but my biggest worry was that he would

My friends call me Miss Worst Case Scenario.

For some reason or other, Loge had a horrible feeling that by We, Wotan meant him.

a shadow looming in that silhouette.

Dark wings, dark words.

The worst isn't done. The worst is just beginning, and there are no happy endings.

No one will be alive by the last book. In fact, they all die in the fifth. The sixth book will be just a thousand-page description of snow blowing across the graves ...

Dark wings, dark words, me mother used to say, but when the birds fly silent, seems to me that's even darker.

The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord," Mirri said. "Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.