Quotes About Dread

Writing fiction is for me a fraught business, an occasion of daily dread for at least the first half of the novel, and sometimes all the way through. The work process is totally different from writing nonfiction. You have to sit down every day and make it up.

Fatherhood, is for him, one jolt of terror after another.

No existence is more contemptible than that, which is embittered by fear.

She was bewitching. Even now when she conceded little more than she had when he'd kissed her last night. She quivered under his hands. He still wasn't sure whether she was excited or frightened. He'd read both curiosity and dread in her pansy eyes. Her thick tortoiseshell hair tickled his fingers. After her wild ride, she looked enchantingly disheveled. It made him contemplate other wild rides he'd like to take with her.

I cannot close my eyes, fear stands over me instead of sleep.

We are always waiting for something bad. If something good happens, we are sure something bad will follow.

The halls were empty. Charlotte had missed the first bell and would be late, again. Her homeroom teacher would ask her for an excuse and she would say, 'Overwhelming feeling of dread.' That was going to go over nicely.

This morning, as Charlotte approached the brick facade of Hartnett, she found herself overcome with a great sense of dread. It hit her with a strange and sudden force, and she had an overwhelming urge to turn back, get into bed and not go out for about three weeks. She stopped in her tracks. The feeling itself was alarming to Charlotte - was she sensing something? Something dangerous? And was it something supernatural or just middle school? Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.

Pero, ¿podía haber algo que infundiera más miedo que otra noches de espera, otro día de tensión, el no-suceder, el no-actuar?¿Acaso no se había alcanzado un punto culminante, por encima del cual solo estaba el vacío?

Dying is easy, it's living that scares me to death

This is the book I never read These are the words I never said This is the path I'll never tread These are the dreams I'll dream instead This is the joy that's seldom spread These are the tears... The tears we shed This is the fear This is the dread "These are the contents of my head And these are the years that we have spent And this is what they represent And this is how I feel Do you know how I feel?" ~Annie Lennox

For members of the Democratic Party, and progressives all over the world, it is difficult to overstate or hyperbolize the despair and dread that has descended upon them in the wake of President-elect Donald Trump.

The dread of evil is a much more forcible principle of human actions than the prospect of good.

If we're going to be considered horror filmmakers, we have to prove it not only to ourselves but to the audience that we can actually make something scary.

You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

Any person with any imagination is bound to be afraid.

His day, usually a jelly-like creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, toward a climax, as a play should, as a day should. He dreaded the moment when the backbone of the day should be broken, when he should have met the girl at last, talked to her, and then bowed her laughter out the door, returning only to the melancholy dregs in the teacups and the gathering staleness of the uneaten sandwiches.

You know I'm old in some ways--in others--well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-- and I dread responsibility. I don't want to think about pots and kitchens and brooms. I want to worry whether my legs will get slick and brown when I swim in the summer.

Ah, l'orrore di morire! E trovare il mistero faccia a faccia senza poter evitarlo, senza potere...

L'animale teme la morte perché vive, e anche l'uomo, e perché gli è ignota. Solo a me è dato di temerla con orrore perché conosco tutta la sua estensione e il suo mistero, perché misuro la sua infinità oscurità

There is a fascination with fear. It grabs our attention.

My least favorite aspect of shopping is shopping.

When you went to Old Trafford, you feared what was going to happen.

Death is a fearful thing.