Quotes About Foreboding

You make it sound like the end of the world," said Pritchard. "Not yet," Jensen told him, as he walked away, "but you can see it from here.

She was afraid. It wasn't a tremble of fear. It was a dark hood hanging over her head. She was meant to die. That was why she was on the Chief speeding eastward. This was her bier.

He looked up at the sky, which was sullen, streaked and livid, and reflected that it was the sort of sky that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse wouldn't feel like a bunch of complete idiots riding out of.

I said, life will not pass her by. Strange and exciting events will surround her. You've only got to look at her to know it.

it is the future that causes one inquietude.

Nothing—just gooseflesh," I said. "A goose walking over my grave.

The low sky was oppressive, the color of ashes, as it would be for a long time

His first thought was that an electrical storm was approaching. There were

I find by my calculations, which are according to revealed inspiration, that the sword of death is now approaching us, in the shape of pestilence, war more horrible than has been known in three lifetimes, and famine.

I have never met an intelligent optimist. That is not to say I think pessimism makes you intelligent, but I have always felt like an Old Testament Jeremiah or Cassandra from ancient Greece. I want to run down the streets warning people.

Being part of the original 'Star Wars' generation, I have always known a dark future.

Reading this book is like waiting for the first shoe to drop.

time is coming, soon, when I will tell you things you will wish I had never told you.

The woods were now something fashioned from hopeless dreams, vaulted dark trees so close together their twisted branches seemed woven brown lines inscribed on a black tent, a batik canopy of woeful aspect raised high over- head. There was a sense of ages here; Sean glanced fearfully from side to side, as if something might leap out at him at any turn. The trees

my premonitions, darker than the inside of a monster's throat, spewed out ominous vapor.

Aquellos que hayan visto estas imágenes están condenados a morir a esta misma hora exactamente dentro de una semana

I didn't wait to hear any more. I hurried up the stairs to our rooms, closing the door firmly behind me. Leaning back against it, I took some deep breaths to calm myself down. My heart was racing as if I was under threat. And that was how I felt. An ominous sense of foreboding shivered through me. I wanted to grab my bags and run

It shouldn't have been surprising that Andrew lived in what looked like a serial killer's murder mansion.

They do not signify that tomorrow a miracle will happen. They show that, within the ruling-classes themselves, a foreboding is dawning, that the present society is no solid crystal, but an organism capable of change, and is constantly changing.

Don't you know that the very thing a man dreads is the thing that always happens?

Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here—less hi-how're-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-be-used-to-make-a-super-hero-cape-for-one-of-Hannibal-Lecter's-patients.

Even in slight things the experience of the new is rarely without some stirring of foreboding.

If you keep saying things are going to be bad you have a good chance of being a prophet.

A soothsayer bids you beware the Ides of March." —Brutus to Julius Caesar, Act I, Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare, circa 1600