Quotes About Dread

And then we stupidly fear one kind of death, while we have already passed and are passing so many others.

We were enough like Brand that I knew a particular species of fear nothing else could provoke.

Sometimes you woke up, and you knew for sure, from history and experience and weary intuition, that the brand new day would bring nothing good at all.

People expect good luck to follow bad luck, or they worry that bad will follow good.

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.

Their jaws unhinged and they vomited out an oily black substance, which fell to the floor like a river of snakes.

Of all the hazards, fear is the worst.

There is no great sport in having bullets flying about one in every direction, but I find they have less horror when among them than when in anticipation.

The Essential Horror

No hace falta conocer el peligro para tener miedo; de hecho, los peligros desconocidos son los que inspiran más temor.

Don't be afraid of anything, only fear death.

We had been trying for a hint of amusement, but were failing miserably. Apparently, dread wasn't an easy emotion to displace

Action cures fear, inaction creates terror.

Nuostabu, kaip tyl?jimas pažadina didžiausias baimes ir priver?ia tik?tis blogiausio.

For many women like Sarah Morgan, clothing at once expressed desire and dread, possibility and impossibility. "If I was only a man!" she exclaimed. "I dont know a woman here who does not groan over her misfortune in being clothed in petticoats; why cant we fight as well as the men[?]

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

And I'm scared. I'm scared for my life.

Covetousness like jealousy, when it has taken root, never leaves a person, but with their life. Cowardice is the dread of what will happen.

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything.

Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?

crushed between the fears of going forward and the dread of going back.

Her dread of fire was almost as strong as her fear of deep water. She wasn't so much afraid of dying as she was of pain. If they had to die, she just hoped it wouldn't hurt too much. Or for too long.

The way everything seems to be working out right now, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up dead before the night is over.