Quotes About Dreadful

It was a rather dreadful thought but somehow comforting.

Everything about the creature was terrifying. The way it moved, the way it looked – even the way it died.

If you do not flirt, how will you manage this marriage you anticipate making next season?" "I expect I will dance with her at balls a few times, call on her a few times, then propose." "How dreadful you make it sound. Poor girl." "Dreadful? Poor girl? She will be a duchess. Her family will be delirious with joy.

Men are appalling.. We never really grow up, well not on the inside. It's all just an act. Don't ever trust men, we're dreadful. Enjoy us, use us, abuse us, but never trust us." - HAM

There's more beauty in truth, even if it is dreadful beauty

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is a dreadful beauty.

There's more beauty in truth, even if it is dreadful beauty.

Alone, alone, about the dreadful wood / Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind, / Dreading to find its Father.

Many people still feel so scared about spirit or ghost, not yet realizing that there are so many unidentified living creatures on this planet earth which might be even more dreadful.

It is one of the most dreadful things for the lover that, while particular facts—which only the test of experience, or even spying, can verify from among so many possibilities—are so difficult to unearth, the truth, on the other hand, is so easy to discover or simply to intuit.

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.

Advice is like castor oil, easy to give, but dreadful to take.

Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams

Miika had disappeared. And then Nikolas felt so dreadful he said something equally dreadful. The very worst thing that anyone can ever say. (Close your eyes and ears, especially if you are an elf.) "There is no magic," he whispered, delirious. And after that, everything became darkness.

No attribute of God is more dreadful to sinners than His holiness.

There is something bad here, growing. Day and night I watch it. Growing. —Sophocles, Electra

At our last meeting, we spoke of the general parameters of an apocalypse. Apocalypses contain real men and women, and children—no less the final Apocalypse. Do you understand that in those days every human being will be put to the test? Each will be asked to render an account of himself? Do you realize how universal this trial will be? How dreadful will be the cost of faithfulness?

George grinned. 'A pity you're perfectly dreadful at shooting.' Aubrey shrugged. 'I've had all the lessons. I'm adequate.' 'Adequate? I suppose it depends on what you mean. If you mean that you haven't actually shot yourself by accident, then by all means describe yourself as adequate.' George laced his fingers together and placed them on his chest. ''I'll come, then I might be able to spare you some embarrassment.' 'I'm honoured.

she was a dreadful woman; and she was, that's true enough, but sometimes I have wondered lately if she knew it—if she wa'n't like a baby with scissors in its hand cuttin' everybody without knowin' what it was doin'.

Anthony remarked with some surprise that the press "had nothing very dreadful to say against you." The older woman knew full well what newspapers could do. She had endured years of humiliation, described as "an ungainly hermaphrodite… with an ugly face and shrill voice." Eggs were thrown at her when she tried to speak, and she was hung in effigy three times. Recently she had been called a leader "of the delirium of unreason known as the Woman's Cause.

This was dreadful news for the British. It meant that the long Spanish coastline was now enemy territory.

She was caught in what felt like a dream, one of those endless dreams that turned on itself, one she couldn't escape. It unfurled with dreadful lack of surprise. It had all happened before.

You get the look of a man haunted by guilt. Anyone might believe you're keeping a dreadful secret. Well, there is no secret I know of that can't be helped by food. So for pity's sake come sit, and while we eat we'll talk of what's to be done about Artos.