Quotes About Foreboding

Expectancy of anything is always oppressive. When

Studded with black hobnails, the great iron doors made an unspoken threat that things would only get worse as they split down the middle and swung open.

Destruction and ruin," she says with a clack of her tongue. "I can practically smell it on you.

I am not yet in pain. But I do not doubt that I will be.

Something bad was about to happen. Uncle had been expecting it.

The mass of Venom. I mean, he's like a big, foreboding, physical presence. Actually, let me correct myself - the eyes, the tongue, the mouth, those are his most distinguishing traits, and so making those look as photoreal and true to the comics as we possibly could was super important to me.

The world around him grew silent; there was something in the air. The odor of dead meat came down on the wind, drifting through the trees. Soft and sour, the smell of distant death.

Predate your telling me, T.T.

For the first time his mind grasped the fact that when life has sentenced you to suffer, the sentence is neither a fancy nor a threat, but you are dragged to the rack, and you are tortured, and there is no marvelous rescue at the last moment, no awakening as from a bad dream. He felt it as a foreboding which struck him with terror.

The trees stood stiffly like sinister monks in black habits guarding the glades and clearings with the broad sleeves of their branches.

That doomsday idea is in everybody's subconscious.

ON THE MORNING I was scheduled to die

she was the human equivalent of a storm cloud.

Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.

And he would gaze in terror at his furniture, his walls, his pictures - what strange scene might they one day witness, what awful experience might he one day have in their presence?

Y el silencio fue tan fúnebre para su corazón siempre aterrado, que la espalda se le heló de horrible presentimiento.

Oh, if only I knew back when it begin what was going to happen…perhaps the pressure of knowing would have been too much to bear.

I was imbued from a very early age with a sense of doom.

Once upon a time - in the days of Margaret Thatcher and John Major - I would have rejoiced in a Conservative Party landslide in Britain. But now, Prime Minister Boris Johnson's victory fills me with fear and foreboding.

An apocalypse, by its nature, is kind of doomy and gloomy.

If one ever sees something written in red, one knows trouble and change lie ahead.

Whenever one is imagining a bright future, the next disaster is just around the corner.

The sky is darkening like a stain Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers

It seemed incredible to me that day without premonitions or symbols should be the one of my inexorable death .