Quotes About Forewarning

I did not like the look of him at all. Something significantly ill-omened which I could not yet define emanated from him.

Coming events do cast shadows.

Sudden things are prepared for.

Nothing happened; yet there were disturbing signs and portents.

Sometimes I have these premonitions and I don't forget them, so I will be prepared when they happen.

Forethought we may have, undoubtedly, but not foresight.

Even when you know something bad will happen, you still might not see it coming.

Don't stop looking over your shoulder. You never know what's about to happen.

As to those who hoard gold and silver and spend it not in God's path, give them, then, the tidings of a painful agony: on a day when these things shall be heated in hell-fire, and their foreheads, and their sides, and their backs shall be branded therewith.

preprandial

Full of disclaimers, you're like a warning label on a pack of cigarettes.

There remains the unforseen. And the unforseen is never negligible.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

Before everything else, getting ready is the secret of success.

I have always known a thing before it happens.

I warn you, Eragon, beware of whom you fall in love with, for fate seems to have a morbid interest in our family.

Erchomai, it said. I am coming.

In her eyes a thought Grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn, A mystical forewarning.

we are in the position of a person who knows the ending of a book and who for amusement, is reading the early chapters. We enjoy them once again; but we are hardly thrilled and excited by them anymore, we know what happened

Some places speak distinctly. Certain dark gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwreck.

In the medieval tradition, Beksinski seems to believe art to be a forewarning about the fragility of the flesh– whatever pleasures we know are doomed to perish– thus, his paintings manage to evoke at once the process of decay and the ongoing struggle for life. They hold within them a secret poetry, stained with blood and rust.

This is what the beginning of the end of the world will look like

How do I know what's coming? I always do know. Something around the eyes.

Where was the catch? 'Cause I knew one was coming.