Quotes About Dread

I have a new philosophy. I only dread one day at a time. —Charlie Brown

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.

There was an old saying among K9 groups. Grief belongs to the families. Dread belongs to the handlers.

The hope of impunity is a strong incitement to sedition: the dread of punishment, a proportionably strong discouragement to it.

All this dread order break- for whom? for thee? Vile worm!- oh madness! pride! impiety!

I think that where I've watched a movie go wrong, it's usually because the dread committee has been interfering with it.

Look at the world of both film and indie games, and you'll find a startling similarity between the two when it comes to creating the perfect horror story. The tricks storytellers pull to make your blood run cold never change; a creaking floorboard, the eerie feeling of being watched, wandering into a world filled with unspeakable terror.

I hate horror movies! I avoid them like the plague. I don't like getting scared.

I had the feeling every time I was on a plane everyone was going to die. It was a horrible phobia. A stupid one.

There is this thing called catastrophic thinking - you start thinking that something catastrophic is going to happen. I get on a plane and I think it's going to crash, I just know it's going to crash, so you're petrified.

People struggle with moments of deep dread about life and moments of surety. Often within the course of the same day. Life is a roller coaster, especially if you take risks.

I'm a wuss - a complete wuss!

I'm so afraid of confrontation.

If you don't do the suspense correctly, then your jump scares are not going to work.

For me, suspense is always harder and better than going for the quick, outright scare.

Today's theater-goer must live in dread of walking into a theater and discovering that some classic work has been given a modernized, socially relevant setting. Oedipus gouges his eyes with a spoon at a 1950's malt shop; Macbeth napalms Banquo in Viet Nam, Julius Caesar dies in Dallas in 1963. More and more, American theater is coming to resemble a season of Quantum Leap.

All there was to it, he was in a panic. He was scared stiff that any minute a fact might come bouncing in that would force him to send me down to Cramer bearing gifts, and there was practically nothing on earth he wouldn't rather do, even eating ice cream with cantaloupe or horseradish on oysters.

War doesn't mature men; it merely pickles them in the brine of disgust and dread. Pfui!

War doesn't mature men; it merely pickles them in the brine of disgust and dread.

There is something in the first gray streaks stretching along the eastern horizon and throwing an indistinct light upon the face of the deep, which combines with the boundlessness and unknown depth of the sea around, and gives one a feeling of loneliness, of dread, and of melancholy foreboding, which nothing else in nature can. This gradually passes away as the light grows brighter, and when the sun comes up, the ordinary monotonous sea day begins.

If there was a God up there, which there wasn't, why was it that he worked so hard to identify whatever thing a man dreaded most, and, having identified it, why did he always, always, vindictively succeed in making that very thing come to pass?

Now you got us whammied with the curse of squirmy death.

Horror writers are specialists in the worst-case scenario.

Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. ("Death Ship")