Quotes About Ominous

They were the footprints of a gigantic hound!

If you're making a horror film, it's very important that you have lots of quiet, suspensey, don't-know-what's-happening stuff before you get the big fright.

ahthOOn SSyng! I said. That's farewell. It sounds evil. It is, I answered, and we parted.

the nights were dark and full of terrors

In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread.

Where there are wars, there will be crows, the carrion-fanciers. And ravens too, the warbirds, the eyeball gourmands. And vultures, the holy birds of yore, old connoisseurs of rot.

If you ask a human being what makes his flesh creep more, a bat or a bomb, he will say the bat. It is difficult to experience loathing for something merely metal, however ominous. We save these sensations for those with skin and flesh: a skin, a flesh, unlike our own.

Toxic shock was ominous because they never really said how you got it, or why, or what happened when you did get it. It just struck you dead in the cunt.

Disasters often begin silently with an almost imperceptible shift in the way things are expected to be.

and every moment one expects the sky to fling a barrage from clouds so leaden they hang low across the city roofs and drown the horizon.

Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music...

Louis seemed an angel of death come to the window.

There were seven of them. They smiled seven identical smiles, and the message behind each was identical, as well. It read: bloodbath.

but you - women like you are dangerous- ominous – take care, Love – men will first fear you, then later, turn you into a deity...

The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.

A dark chuckle and the sensation of shifting earth, of a crimson eye splintering darkness, and the presence was gone as suddenly as it had come.

From the other side of the hill, two enormous black wings appeared through the mist. Then a pair of sharp, twisted horns. Slowly, Maleficent rose into the air, looking like a creature from hell. Behind her, there was only mist. No army of her own. No faeries or creatures. Just Maleficent.

I shuddered at the idea of this incarnate fiend, whose soul is black with shocking crimes, mingling free and unobserved amongst the harmless crowds, meditating perhaps a new and more fearful cycle of infamies. I tell you, sir, that an awful being stalks through the streets, a being before whom the sunlight itself should blacken, and the summer air grow chill and dank.

You will die in this house.

She dropped her voice to a hoarse whisper that turned his blood to slush. "You will wake up and find me standing over your bed. You will see the flash of a blade before I plunger it into your heart. My face will be the last thing ever see.

Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.

But think of how much worse it would be to sit here, not knowing. Until the Dead choke the Ratterlin and Hedge walks across the dry bed of the river to batter down the door.

Very few people ever met a necromancer, but anyone who did remembered the bells.

Weather forecast for tonight: dark.