Quotes About Dread

For behind all present happiness is concealed a fear for the future.

j'ai encore plus peur de la malédiction des morts que de la haine des vivants.

I'm frightened of my own movies.

what?—the sky growing black, the wind moaning, the scrim of sand that blew across the empty lot forming itself into tooth and mouth and open jaw. "What are you afraid of?" More derisively than he'd meant it.

What you hope for, you also fear.

It is not often that the real world conjures worse than what we can imagine.

In the morning, she woke early. It was as if a pall lay over her. She turned on her back, lying rigid, expecting to hear at any moment the sound of the King's guard coming for her. Mother Lowe bustled in at seven

Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?

When Death comes cloaked in mystery, he is terrible indeed.

A dread filled me, a dread unlike any I had ever felt. Not the terror of God, or his angels, but the sickly fear of man.

War's ninety-nine parts boredom and, now and then, one part arse-opening terror. Craw had a powerful sense one of those was about to drop on him from a height.

And here it is. That horrible, beautiful, stretched out moment between stubbing your toe and feeling the hurt. How long do I have before the pain comes? How bad will it be when it does? Gasping, slack-jawed at the foot of the steps, Glokta felt a tingling of anticipation. Here it comes… The

And here it is. That horrible, beautiful, stretched out moment between stubbing your toe and feeling the hurt. How long do I have before the pain comes? How bad will it be when it does?

FEAR THICKENS TIME, TURNS IT slow and viscous.

Did he finish reading The Hunger Games before his heart gave out? I hoped so. For me, a lifelong bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the thought of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.

What he felt was something larger than fear, a narcotic terror that numbed him completely, made it impossible to imagine moving.

I have nightmares about it now. I probably will for months. And I think …" She shook her head. "… what if it isn't over? What if the Sickness that Darth Scabrous created … got out somehow?

A reader who seeks after truth might become a hypochondriac out of dread.

Y así continúo corriendo tras esta vaga sombra, hasta que me conduce al borde del abismo, donde me detengo con espanto.

Fear of self is the greatest of all terrors, the deepest of all dread, the commonest of all mistakes. From it grows failure. Because of it, life is a mockery. Out of it comes despair.

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.

I believe that fear of life brings a greater fear of death.

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness.

It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.