Quotes About Foreboding

Sunday morning. The air was muggy and oppressive, bloated with the potential for rain. It was the kind of day that invited inactivity and foreboding thoughts.

The weather today is increasing concern followed by full-blown dread.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear.

There's always a calm before the storm...

Breathless the earth seems waiting some wild blow, Dreaded, but far too close to ward or shun.

If you wish to avoid an unpleasant story you had best put this book down

Other than a sign I saw once that said, 'Beware' in letters made of dead monkeys, the 'Lucky Smells Lumbermill' sign was the most disgusting sign on earth.

I'm afraid the engine is quite dead," Mr. Poe called out. "And before long," Stephano muttered to the children, "you will be too." "I'm sorry," Mr. Poe said. "I couldn't hear you.

The feeling was that just when things seemed all right, something bad was about to happen.

Prepare yourself for something dreadful.

A parhelion. A formidable and ancient omen of something

You're scared now, I can smell it... Benito Ramirez

What do you have?" "A real bad feeling.

Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.

Real fear, he now knew, took its power not from what could happen but what you realize will happen.

Have you ever gotten the feeling that you aren't completely embarrassed yet, but you glimpse tomorrow's embarrassment?

It was an ill-omened place. Death walked there in the sunlight.

You know how it feels right before a tornado hits? I mean when the sky's still clear, but the wind's starting to cool off and change direction. You know something's coming, but you don't always know what. That's how things feel to me right now. -Zoey Redbird

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage.

I wonder how Blackwater Park will look in the daytime? I don't altogether like it by night.

I feel better! I feel! I feel!" until he quit that too and said quietly, looking at the familiar wall, the familiar twin door through which he was about to pass, with tragic and passive clairvoyance: "Something is going to happen to me.

He had, by now, the look of a man who was waiting for something which had happened long before.

One foreign observer watched the proceedings that evening with different feelings. "The river of fire flowed past the French Embassy," André François-Poncet, the ambassador, wrote, "whence, with heavy heart and filled with foreboding, I watched its luminous wake."7

disaster, when it is quite sure of its own strength, will announce itself by hardly moving its lips...