Quotes About Dread

?imdi kim bilir nas?l s?k?c? bir ya?am bekliyordu?

Hollywood... a city I was to come back to time and again, in sickness and in health, in success and in failure, with anticipation and with dread.

Because he knows that the ghost has come back. And with it, the monster.

Write about what you're afraid of.

Fear is a noose that binds until it strangles.

Would not the sight of a single enemy airplane be enough to induce a formidable panic? Normal life would be unable to continue under the constant threat of death and imminent destruction.

Life is a hideous thing.

It's not the end that I fear with each breath- It's life that scares me to death.

Love of life is born of the awareness of death, of the dread of it.

Life is first boredom, then fear.

I'd sooner be smashed into a mangled pulp by a bus when we cross the street than look forward to a life like yours.

impending, weightless doom.

All of this took about a minute, but time stretches out when you're witnessing an abomination.

Only by massive denial, repression of affect, and severe numbing of our human faculties and sensitivities could a person not feel a sense of remorse, apprehension, and dread.

But perhaps this is what normality is: a complex of dread and terror which compels the psyche to deny and restructure reality. Those who cannot ensconce themselves within social delusions either distort reality and hallucinate their own mirages, or they go mad.

Me asomo a la ventana, con temor de ver lo que no quiero ver.

I don't know what it is. I simply can't stand it. It's like a hand reaching out of the dark. It is fear—blind fear as if it were lying in wait somewhere for me.

Thomas Wolfe wrote, "Here was an entire nation … infested with the contagion of an ever-present fear. It was a kind of creeping paralysis which twisted and blighted all human relations.

Moonlight was a particular source of dread. That Friday, August 16, Cockett wrote in her diary, "With this gorgeous moon we all expect more tonight.

The idea of death, the fear of it, haunts the human animal like nothing else.

It is the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too.

What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too.

If one must die, he thought, and clearly one must, I can die. But I hate it.

Tengo miedo de morir.