Quotes About Ominous

Something was scratching on the pane. Again.

a shadow looming in that silhouette.

Nothing beats a haunted moonlit night on All Hallows Eve.... And on this fatal night, at this witching time, the starless sky laments black and unmoving. The somber hues of an ominous, dark forest are suddenly illuminated under the emerging face of the full moon.

Downfall? How ominous you make it sound. There is no downfall being plotted. Merely a question being asked. (Callie) Aye, and empires have been splintered apart over the mere utterance of a single word. (Sin)

Sheets of sleet hurtled themselves against the windows, clattering like the tapping of devilish fingers upon the glass.

Dark wings, dark words.

The worst isn't done. The worst is just beginning, and there are no happy endings.

All the color had been leached from Winterfell until only grey and white remained. The Stark colors. Theon did not know whether he ought to find that ominous or reassuring. Even the sky was grey. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.

Dark wings, dark words, me mother used to say, but when the birds fly silent, seems to me that's even darker.

The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord," Mirri said. "Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.

Yet unbeknownst to all but a few, storm clouds were gathering on the horizon, and faintly in the distance wise men could hear a rumble of thunder.

They were all around him, half a dozen of them, white-faced children with dark eyes, boys and girls together. And in their hands, the daggers.

The wolves will come again," said Jojen solemnly.

Dark wings, dark words," Ned said grimly.

He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming.

Death comes out of the dragon's mouth.

The cold gods," she said. "The ones in the night. The white shadows.

The Others never come when the sun is up.

Somewhere off in the distance, a wolf was howling. Crows circled the broken tower, waiting for corn.

should start back," Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. "The wildlings are dead." "Do the dead frighten

I am the ghost in Harrenhal.

The dreadful dead of dark midnight.

Making night hideous.

You're the husband? the doctor asked with a nod to Roarke. Yes. How is she? Spitting mad—I think she has some very ominous plans for you. And if you happen to be Peabody, you're in on them. She's okay. Peabody let out a gush of air. That's great.