Quotes About Ominous

Everything was totally normal and the countryside was gorgeous, and in a few days' time one would be going into an absolute charnel house.

He had seemed daunting when I first saw him off the trail, hulking over the Jewish couple as if he might carve into their backs and eat them. Now

Something bad was about to happen. My wife was being clever again.

Camille, non hai mai la sensazione che stia per accadere qualcosa di orribile e che tu non possa fare niente per evitarlo? La sensazione di poter solo aspettare?

Something bad was going to happen. My wife was being clever again

Something bad was going to happen.

And yet, I felt it too: the house. Not necessarily malevolent, but...mindful. I could feel it studying me, does that make sense? It crowded me. One day, I was wiping down the floorboards, and suffered a sudden, slicing pain in my middle finger - as if I'd been bitten - and when I pulled it away, I was bleeding. I wrapped my finger tightly in one of my spare rags and watched the blood seep through. And I felt like something in the house was pleased.

Wow, someone walk over your grave?

Whenever possible, Libby prophesized doom.

Thunderheads with lightning swords aflash on their brows grumbled and pounded the badlands, reminding me that trouble was not far away.

The dark clouds, which had painted their sombre moods on the sky for weeks, gathered from horizon to horizon, and seemed to press upon the tops of the tallest trees.

It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?

En las calles tampoco se notaba nada. Business as usual. Pero en el aire flotaba aún la sensación del acercamiento estruendoso de lo desconocido...

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh." - Jace Wayland

It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night.

Let his herald your end,and begone with the thundder clap.

Above it hung a painting of a man with a shotgun and a dog, which felt like more of a warning than a greeting.

air of silent malevolence, like a puffed, venomous mushroom

On the hill behind her crows flew one by one into the bare trees, arranging their dark blots in the scrim of branches and adding their warnings to the drear sounds of this day. Gone, gone, they rasped. Here was a dead world learning to speak in dissonant, unbearable sounds.

A storm was coming up from the south, moving slowly. It looked something like a huge blue-gray shower curtain being drawn along by the hand of God.

The Lord rideth,' he said, low and threatening, 'upon a swift cloud, and shall come into Egypt.

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a gasp.

That's poetic in its malevolence

Menacing lines of black tomorrows on the horizon.