Quotes About Omen

The ides of March are come.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. ~ Simon

My right eye itches, some good luck is near.

It is ill to marry in the month of May.

When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

Superstition brings bad luck.

Superstition brings bad luck. —Raymond Smullyan, 5000 B.C., 1.3.8

Jehan, Jehan! All this will have a bad end. It'll have had a good beginning.

augurs; both of them had celebrated

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. ~ Simon

You could sense the end of the night, like an omen. After it, as happened every morning, nothing would be the same.

You can't have a much better omen than an albatross

It is a terrible omen when you see an American flag on somebody else's car and realize that's your enemy.

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.

In all seriousness, Archer claims that if you, as a living, alive person, hear the song You're the One That I Want from the musical Grease three times in a single day - seemingly by accident, whether in an elevator, on a radio, a telephone hold button, or whatever - it indicates that you'll surely die before sunset.

In all seriousness, Archer claims that if you, as a living, alive person, hear the song "You're the One That I Want" from the musical Grease three times in a single day—seemingly by accident, whether in an elevator, on a radio, a telephone hold button, or wherever—it indicates that you'll surely die before sunset. In contrast, the phantom odor of scorched toast merely means that a deceased loved one continues to watch over you and protect you from harm.

At a certain stage every single thing can be a sign.

But, perhaps, I should have known then, I should have known that night, standing in the kitchen, that foul meat in the air- looking back on it now, I see that it was the end and the beginning of something more than dinner. More than ruined appetite, a postponed meal, a marriage strained, a freezer unplugged. I could smell the death between them.

Inside Lydia could feel it: everything that was to come . . . It was far away then, tiny in the distance, but Lydia already knew it would happen. The knowledge hovered all around her, clinging to her, every day getting thicker. Everywhere she went, it was there.

Mor-Rioghain is a bean-sidhe, a banshee

The screech-owl, with ill-boding cry, Portends strange things, old women say; Stops every fool that passes by, And frights the school-boy from his play.

A screaming comes across the sky.

Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and I heard, I am sure I heard in the air a beating of wings, a beating of giant wings. I cannot tell what they mean .... I am sad to-night. Therefore dance for me. Dance for me, Salomé, I beseech you. If you dance for me you may ask of me what you will, and I will give it you, even unto the half of my kingdom.