Quotes About Ominous

Weather forcast for tonight: dark.

Wishes are held to be ominous; according to which belief the order of the world is so arranged that if you have an impious objection to a squint, your offspring is more likely to be born with one; also, that if you happen to desire a squint, you would not get it. This desponding view of probability the hopeful entirely reject, taking their wishes as good and sufficient security for all kinds of fulfilment.

To Mr. Casaubon now, it was as if he suddenly found himself on the dark river-brink and heard the plash of the oncoming oar, not discerning the forms, but expecting the summons.

Broadchurch' was very naturalistically shot, in many respects, whereas 'Dublin Murders' has a slightly heightened element cinematically, because there is a supernatural, ominous quality - particularly in the woods.

The calendar of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.

Darkness at Blacklands is scary.

la llegada de Aureliano Segundo «a la ciudad desconocida donde todas las campanas tocaban a muerto»

Bring a torch, if you've got one. It's as dark as hell and stinks of something far worse than cheese.

Already she fancied she could see the shadow of tomorrow faintly clouding his face...

A feeling of foreboding, and, indeed, of physical as well as psychological discomfort, had come over him. He suddenly recalled—and this did nothing at all to help—a phrase he had once come across: "Someone is walking over your grave.

But what finally ended this cycle was Verdi's Requiem Mass, which he had never heard performed on Earth. The "Dies Irae," roaring with ominous appropriateness through the empty ship, left him completely shattered;

Someone is walking over your grave.

He burst into one of his rare fits of laughter as he turned away from the picture. I have not heard him laugh often, and it has always boded ill to somebody.

A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen.

A slow and heavy step, which had been heard upon the stairs and in the passage, paused immediately outside the door. Then there was a loud and authoritative tap.

I saw the vague outline of a man, a shade blacker than the blackness of the open door.

It was nine o'clock at night upon the second of August - the most terrible August in the history of the world.

A man in white clothes (…) was running as one does run when Death is the pacemaker.

But I think certain death and dismemberment is in my forecast, followed by light rain of guts and flayed skin.

When they were silent for a moment the quiet weight of the house pressed down from all around them.

Someday, she said evilly, rubbing her hands against her eyes, I am going to get my eyes open all the time and then I will eat you and Lizzie both.

Hill House is vile, it is diseased; get away from here at once.

I know not, but strained silence, so I deem, IS no less ominous than excessive grief.

To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.