Quotes About Ominous

The phone rang. Softly, in actuality, yet it seemed loud and ominous, as phones do at night in dark hotel rooms.

The way everything seems to be working out right now, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up dead before the night is over.

It was the sound of something heavy striking something composed of flesh and bone. Hannah wasn't sure how she knew that, but she did. And her blood ran cold.

Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns,And as the portal opens to receive me,A voice in hollow murmurs through the courtsTells of a nameless deed.

The day was ill-omened from the beginning; one of those unlucky days when every little detail seems to go wrong and one finds oneself engaged in a perpetual and infuriating strife with inanimate objects. How truly fiendish the sub-human world can be on these occasions! How every atom, every cell, every molecule, seems to be leagued in a maddening conspiracy against the unfortunate being who has incurred its obscure displeasure!

tis a majestic thing, The darkness.

You must see the garden front and the fountain. He leaned forward and put the car into gear. It's where my family live. And even then, rapt in the vision, I felt, momentarily, like a wind stirring the tapestry, an ominous chill at the words he used--not That is my home, but It's where my family live.

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Once more, as in the times of Nero and Diocletian and Attila, people were whispering of the Antichrist.

they could see them coming now, many dark figures, blossoming with fire.

He was a bad thing waiting for a worse thing to happen.

During the great storm the lightning strikes multiplied in frequency and ferocity. It seemed like a new kind of lightning, not just electrical but eschatological.

It was a stormy and dark night;

A glass breaking on its own portended death.

Black cats can do that to some people: They make them go all shivery and scared and remind them of dark.

Their father took his hand from his shoulder. The wind rattled the windows, careful now. "Listen to that," their mother said. "It's really picking up." Above the pines, the sky had turned a deeper blue. In another minute, there would be rain. "We just might feel the brunt of this hurricane after all," their father said.

what?—the sky growing black, the wind moaning, the scrim of sand that blew across the empty lot forming itself into tooth and mouth and open jaw. "What are you afraid of?" More derisively than he'd meant it.

A dread filled me, a dread unlike any I had ever felt. Not the terror of God, or his angels, but the sickly fear of man.

Somewhere in the shadows a clock vomited up a few sluggish chimes.

Already a minute crack had appeared, and it was clear that when that crack split and widened, out into that utter Blackness would crawl a Gorkling whose eyes would burn red.

With its towering smokestack, it looked like a factory built to produce nightmares in mass quantities.

If ghosts have a color, then they are the color of an August thunderstorm getting ready to break.

Somewhere, a toad farted ominously.

Americans have discovered the fragility of life, that ominous fragility that the rest of the world either already experienced or is experiencing now with terrible intensity.