Quotes About Ominous

Honestly, for an evil god of darkness, he certainly can be dull.

I will kill you , the words said. Death, death, death. "Well... that's pleasant," Elend said.

I know what sarcasm is." Then she smiled deviously. "I know what sarcasm is!" Stormfather, Kaladin thought, looking into those gleeful little eyes. That strikes me as ominous.

Elend took a step forward, cocking his head to see what the thing was writing. I will kill you , the words said. Death, death, death . "Well... that's pleasant," Elend said, feeling an eerie chill.

a thought intruded itself into my brain, unmistakably from without. From the device. From the Grentl. "WE ARE COMING.

There was a Sabbath lull in the air, which, in a settlement unused to Sabbath influences, looked ominous.

America is the very incarnation of doom. She will drag the whole world down to the bottomless pit. He

Words that defy reality are ominous. And it's ominous reality that confronts those who would obscure the wise and worthy.

There were lots of ominous sports metaphors in the fragmentary intercept reports. The score was going to be 200 to nothing. The Olympics were coming.18

by the time this business is done, we'll all be roaming about in our shrouds with fresh brain smeared around our mouths like so much marmalade, you mark my words!

High house shadow, and a knife in the dark. A new game's begun, or the old one's just turned.

He couldn't lose me now or ever. I was the guy with the cowl and scythe. I had a hundred and forty black horses under me and an hour-glass in my hand, laughing like crazy until the tears rolled down my cheeks.

The darkness that had come in from the Mediterranean covered the city so detested by the procurator...

How was it that all the people at Bistritz and on the coach had some terrible fear for me? What meant the giving of the crucifix, of the garlic, of the wild rose, of the mountain ash? Bless

Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling

The horses are nearly ready, and we are soon off. We ride to death of some one. God alone knows who, or where, or what, or when, or how it may be...

Tem alguma coisa naquele vento e no nevoeiro. É algo que parece ter o jeito, o som, o gosto e o cheiro da morte.

Ans then there was silence, deep awful silence, which chilled me.

People just... disappear, he says. The Earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. Eerie. Kimball yawns, stretching. Really eerie. Ominous. I nod my agreement. It's just- he sights, exasperated- futile.

The things I could do to you with a coat hanger.

Peace has gone on too long. Something inside me says that trouble such as these shores have never known is headed our way.

By the time I could see again, the captain had announced the final descent into Seattle. Couldn't they find a less ominous phrase for it? I don't like flying as it is, even without the implication that before landing I might want to have all my worldly and spiritual affairs in order.

Why do I think that you're going to be the death of me?

Again he trailed off into ominous silence.