Quotes About Foreboding

before I drove to wherever the beast's lair was - and then pulled the pistol's foreskin back, and then enjoyed the orgasm of the crushed trigger.

Well, kid, I have seen the future and it shits.

The day en route to darkness. The guillotine on the way to the neck.

But Dewey didn't look at him. He was looking at something downstream. He had a strange look on his face. And then Chet saw it too: a gray triangle sticking up through the water, heading right for Dewey.

Magellan realized that the empty chairs made for an ominous sign.

Da Costa was explicit about the dire consequences that would befall the two

Don't , she wanted to say, though she didn't know: don't what? She knew only that something was about to happen, and that nothing she could say or do would prevent it.

I felt like I was looking into the future... and the future looked really messed up.

I clutched the leg of the table again immediately, and pressed it to my bosom as if it had been the companion of my youth and friend of my soul. I foresaw what was coming, and I felt that this time I really was gone.

Some places speak distinctly. Certain dark gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwreck.

This is what the beginning of the end of the world will look like

We must be mad, literally mad as a nation… It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre… As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding. Like the Roman, I seem to see the River Tiber foaming with much blood. Enoch Powell, 1968

Night Comes to the Cumberland.

Where was the catch? 'Cause I knew one was coming.

fang will be the first to die

Oh no, it's tomorrow again.

Something bad was about to happen. My wife was being clever again.

he knew he feared the world to come for in it were already written certainties no man would wish for.

worrying him, and he seemed to look straight through her as if his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. The foreboding in Meggie's heart grew, spreading black wings. 'Send him away, Mo!' she said

He had a sense of foreboding. No sense of wrong or sin; he was troubled by no conscience in that respect. He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society, or fear of oneself. He was not afraid of himself. But he was quite consciously afraid of society, which he knew by instinct to be a malevolent, partly-insane beast.

Nobody knocks here, and the unexpected sounds ominous.

Whatever you think this is going to be like," she whispers, "it's going to be worse.

but can't you feel it? Something abominable and atmospheric.

It was darker than the devil's asshole out there.