Quotes About Foreboding

Thunder in the Sky Twelfth

There is no terror in a bang, only in the anticipation of it.

There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it.

The kiss of death.

Certain houses, like certain persons, manage somehow to proclaim at once their character for evil.

Your doom awaits you.

I see a fate on thee, sister.

My feelings of revulsion and foreboding about nuclear weapons had not changed an iota since 1945, and they have never left me. Since I was 14, the overriding objective of my life has been to prevent the occurrence of nuclear war.

Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen.

There was a malevolence about them, a sinister feel as their eyes locked onto us and didn't let go.

It was something black . . . Something tall and black . . . Something very tall and very black and very thin.

There was something coming up the street on the opposite side. It was something black . . . Something tall and black . . . Something very tall and very black and very thin. Who?

Pero a mí me pareció que había algo raro en su forma de hablar y en su aburrimiento: una sombra malévola en su ceño, y en su actitud una determinación que me produjo cierto desasosiego al mirarle

The moment he touched it with his fingers, something electric went through his body, and there came to him a powerful premonition that this was a thing that could destroy the peace and happiness of many people.

Besides, that thing was waiting for him. Waiting for him—

He bent to take her arm, and I saw his shirt was spattered with blood. Streaks and drips of blood marked his shirt with slaughterhouse designs, and more blood speckled his face. I

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...

It was almost like I was expecting to get crushed.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

Everything was going too well. Something had to be wrong.

Anticipation worse than the act itself, as with so many things.

Sebastian glanced around. "Raises my hackles, though"—another flash of lightning—"almost like it's . . . haunted." Sebastian gets a cookie.

Sooo . . . anybody else have a sense of impending doom?" Finn asked around a mouthful of Mayday bar.

Ever since then violent anticipation has always been an anguish rather than joy for me.