Quotes About Ominous

I saw the Cloud, though I did not foresee the Storm.

Sometimes a villain is very quiet - it makes them more deadly, more intellectual.

SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS GOING TO HAPPEN. I KNOW IT. EVERY TIME I HAD A BAD DREAM I FEEL LIKE LEAVING TOWN. THEN I FEEL THAT SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS GOING TO HAPPEN. AND THIS IS THE WORST DREAM I'VE EVER HAD IN MY WHOLE LIFE.

Smoke was hanging over Buffalo like judgment.

True horror is all the more potent for being implicit.

A semi-cirque of flying rooks, just seven in number, flapped with creaking wings across the top of the tower, making their way northwest towards Mark Moor. Little did they reck of the cracking of the skull of a man upon a patch of grass! As for a tiny earth beetle that was foraging for its insect prey just there, it scurried away from Tom's blood as if it had been a lake of brimstone.

He was the ghost you never saw coming, death breathing down your neck before you even realized you were in the crosshairs.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

Death walks among us

The Angel of Death is always a young person, or a group of young people, you'll begin seeing them left and right soon.

Death stalked toward us on padded feet. And it was not alone.

I am the wind...I am death.

Sophie," Michael said in a voice of doom.

We're a silver gleaming death machine!

Don't we know when a death is passing in the air?

The dead have come to take the living. The dead in winding-sheets, the regimented dead on horseback, the skeleton that plays the hurdy-gurdy.

There is a darkness attached to them, a foreboding. They make me wary not of personal failure and defeat but of something more general, something large in scope and content.

I felt rotten. Dead butterfly floating on the surface of the pool. Audible machine hum. Drowned crickets and beetles swirling in the plastic filter baskets. Above, the setting sun flared gaudy and inhuman, blood-red shelves of cloud that suggested end-times footage of catastrophe and ruin: detonations on Pacific atolls, wildlife running before sheets of flame.

ominously—a love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years.

I was so haunted and stirred even by her plainness suggested – ominously – a love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years.

Black birds. Disastrous lead-colored skies out of Egbert van der Poel.

The man said somehow he was sure he was—dead—the minute he saw him. He doesn't know how. Just some special kind of stillness.

Every anxiety is a mild form of premonition, and from that point the shade deepens till we get the forebodings and hauntings that merge into lunacy.

I have this weird, bad feeling," said another boy. "In my feeling parts. Like something bad is going to happen.