Quotes About Foreboding

The mere apprehension of a coming evil has put many into a situation of the utmost danger.

Smoke was hanging over Buffalo like judgment.

See, I get a round, hollow spot in my belly knowing I could tell him what's coming, but also knowing it would come out sounding like a warning.

She came right up to me and put her snow-white hand on my arm. You poor boy, she murmured, you poor boy. I'm not a boy, and I'm not poor, and I wished the hell she would get away. She has a clever face, but I felt in it, that night, the force of a great sadness and great malice. I see a rope around your neck, she said sadly.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

Death walks among us

Death stalked toward us on padded feet. And it was not alone.

Sophie," Michael said in a voice of doom.

Don't we know when a death is passing in the air?

There is a darkness attached to them, a foreboding. They make me wary not of personal failure and defeat but of something more general, something large in scope and content.

it wasn't that the future...seemed bad or frightening so much as incomprehensible, a blot of black ink on the horizon.

When you reach round a dark corner to switch on a light, be careful. Slenderman will often run his finger over the back of your hand. This is the first signal of his interest in you.

Readers know full well that when a writer takes pains to tell them a character doesn't expect the worst, she's about to get it.

The man said somehow he was sure he was—dead—the minute he saw him. He doesn't know how. Just some special kind of stillness.

I have this weird, bad feeling," said another boy. "In my feeling parts. Like something bad is going to happen.

Jamás he sentido, tanto como aquí, en este calabozo, el misterio del futuro. ¿Que ocurrirá...? ¿Qué ocurrirá?

It will all end very badly, Gus

I watched him hang on the other man's words. He is too trusting. But I would not be the raven on his shoulder all the time, predicting gloom.

What she has always dreaded is here. It has come.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Like so many of his sitters, you had to die an early death, and in your eyes as in theirs, one could see the gloom of forebodings alternating with the soft light of resignation.

Some people exude their futures, good or bad.

Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, 'Damn, that can't be a good sign.

I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.