Quotes About Dread

In a typical desperation for quick answers, easily understood, people had turned to primitive worship as the solution. With less than success. Not only had they died as quickly as the rest of the people, but they had died with terror in their hearts, with a mortal dread flowing in their very veins.

The reason we do anything one more time is because the last time did not really satisfy us deeply. As English poet W.H. Auden put it in "Apropos of Many Things": "We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the present and let our illusions die.

But I've always been terrified of the future. Even back then, I couldn't stop thinking about what everyone else ignored so skillfully. We're all going to die. And bad things are waiting around every corner. But in the end...all of that anxiety...all that worrying about the future...it didn't change anything.

He hated being filled with terror. It was embarrassing.

Very well. But I have warned you. In this pages, only suffering awaits.

Unfortunately, I had a feeling I would never get to my bed as the vacuuming would strike me dead of an aneurysm. Death by Dyson. - Reed

A vision of the future like some dim, gaunt monster sometimes appalled her, but luckily to-morrow never comes. Mrs.

The more I think about it, the more terrified I am.

Bad was here, and worse was coming.

Make no mistake about it, my child, Marie-Claude is on your side and will always be on your side. Is she afraid of you? We're all afraid of you. I myself had to fight back my dread of you all almost every day I was at Hailsham. There were times I'd look down at you all from my study window and I'd feel such revulsion . . .

You're telling me that you can raise the dead by simply summoning? Yes. My God, she whispered, staring at me.What have they done? Hearing her words and seeing her expression, I knew I'd just done something worse than raising the dead-- I'd confirmed her worst fears about us. In her eyes, I saw the same thing I saw when people looked at Derek. I saw fear. And I knew we were in trouble.

I didn't say it was a rational fear. But the worst fears aren't, are they?

Angst. Fear. Stark, gut-twisting terror. It didn't make for an easy sleep.

...the power-loving temperament is more dangerous when it either prefers or is forced to operate in what is materially a void. Wehave everything to dread from the dispossessed.

Beauty is a thing of might and dread.Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.

We have every indication that he died of fright.

The best safety lies in fear.

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.

Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd.

And then it started like a guilty thingUpon a fearful summons.

Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly.

On horror's head horrors accumulate.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each particular hair to stand an end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

Death is a fearful thing.