Quotes About Omen

I observed the signs of impending doom

Yes,' it announced then. 'You are the one.' 'The one what?' I said. 'The one I will accompany. You've no objection to a bird of ill omen following you, have you, Corwin?' It chuckled then, and executed a little dance.

You've no objection to a bird of ill omen, following you, have you, Corwin?

Daddy used to say a common crow's droppings brought uncommon good luck.

I think there is a spiritual scent in us which feels mischief coming, as they say birds scent storms.

Por colinas, caballos veloces aplastaban la nieve profunda… A un lado un templo sagrado solitario asomaba al camino. ………………… Mas de pronto estalló la nevasca, y la nieve cayó a grandes copos. En el ala azabache un silbido, sobrevuela un cuervo el trineo. ¡El gemido auguraba desdichas! Los caballos de andar presuroso oteaban las sombras lejanas, y alzando sus crines… ZHUKOVSKI

A strange kind of presentiment frequently, on this day, occurred to her;—it seemed as if her fate rested here, and was by some invisible means connected with this castle.

And for thee, who didst me all that evil, I prophesy an evil doom.

As it is for us, 1 January was a day of good wishes and new year's gifts, when only words of good omen had to be spoken

Pero la poesía (la verdadera poesía) es así: se deja presentir, se anuncia en el aire, como los terremotos que según dicen presienten algunos animales especialmente aptos para tal propósito. (Estos animales son las serpientes, los gusanos, las ratas y algunos pájaros.)

she felt that little tingle at the base of her skull that warned her of bad news.

Everyone said that one day I was going to have a big accident, an accident to end all accidents. One day you might look up and see a kid falling from the sky. That would be me.

an early harbinger of the winter to come. Stanley

Nunca me verás a mí mirar ni a derecha ni a izquierda por causa de un augurio.

A crestfallen capitalist is like a comet: he always warns of some great misfortune to come.

Un capitaliste chagrin est comme les comètes, il présage toujours quelque grand malheur au monde.

Melancholy in a capitalist, like the appearance of a comet, presages some misfortune to the

The stars are reflected from within the black water in the cistern. I find comfort in the omen I glean from this: light in the darkness, truth when it seems there is none.

I understood that fate could not be eluded forever; it came on leathery wings, swooping through the darkness like the bats in the orchards.

A glass breaking on its own portended death.

Maria had been expecting a visitor, for the broom had fallen only an hour earlier, which always meant company was coming.

had felt a chill, as if she brought the future with her, clinging to her clothes.

an instance when Fate had conspired with Nature to give them a sign that theirs was no ordinary journey.

The day dawns smiling, rational and bright, We're tangled in a net of dreams at night. From green fields we come home contentedly, 11770 A bird croaks: meaning what?—catastrophe! Bedeviled by superstitions, we imagine The least thing is a sign, a portent, omen. And so we tremble, feeling lost, alone. The door creaks and we stiffen—there's no one.