Quotes About Foreboding

There is something in the first gray streaks stretching along the eastern horizon and throwing an indistinct light upon the face of the deep, which combines with the boundlessness and unknown depth of the sea around, and gives one a feeling of loneliness, of dread, and of melancholy foreboding, which nothing else in nature can. This gradually passes away as the light grows brighter, and when the sun comes up, the ordinary monotonous sea day begins.

Even from a distance, he looked like somebody you didn't want to know better.

there was very little doubt in my mind that the world was headed for grief.

Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.

No good news awaits I warned you right at the start Turn away, reader

You're Meg McCaffrey, he decided. Yep. Cool. I'm Leo. And, uh... He pointed at me. I understand you can, like, control this guy? I cleared my throat. We merely cooperate ! I'm not controlled by anyone. Right, Meg? Slap yourself, Meg commanded. I slapped myself. Leo grinned. Oh, this is too good. I'm going to check on Calypso, but later we need to talk. He slid down the ladder railings, leaving me with a deep sense of foreboding.

Very well. But I have warned you. In this pages, only suffering awaits.

Bad was here, and worse was coming.

But the restlessness Quentin had been conscious of last night had shifted abruptly into a deep, cold sense of foreboding this morning when Diana had opened her eyes so suddenly to make an eerily familiar statement. It's coming. And it had required all his willpower to allow her to leave his sight. To walk away from him, back up the well-lit paths to her cottage in order to change. Because that was exactly what Missy had said to him twenty-five years before. The last time he had seen her alive.

Melancholic, although often sardonic, mixtures of emoitions-foreboding, aloneness, regret, and a dark sense of lost destiny and ill-used passions-are woven throughout Byron's most autobiographical poems, especially Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lara, and Manfred. Perturbed and constant motion, coupled with a brooding awareness of life's impermanence, also mark the transient and often bleak nature of Byron's work.

Tall, dark, and gruesome. -Tori

The hounds will come to Cainsville and when they do, you'll wish you made a very different choice today

Her foreboding about the effects of the papal bull had turned out to be tragically accurate. Puritans could now gleefully point to Catholics as a danger to national security. Intolerance had gained a pretext.

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,Which gives the stern'st good-night.

Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'dWrack to the seaman, tempest to the field.

O my prophetic soul!My uncle!

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

he thought he was going to be slapped.

Dreams can be either fate or a warning.

Qué triste es que el futuro no te dé esperanza, tan sólo miedo.

And I saw that all my life I had known that this was going to happen, and that I'd been afraid for a long time, I'd been afraid for a long time. There's fear, of course, with everybody. But now it had grown, it had grown gigantic; it filled me and it filled the whole world.

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

At every step, white signs with black skulls looked down on us. The inscription: WARNING! DANGER OF DEATH. What irony. Was there here a single place where one was not in danger of death?

She walked about with the rather fated expression you see in photographs of girls who have subsequently been murdered, but nothing had so far happened to her.