Quotes About Dread

Tragedies are all right for a while: you are concerned, you are curious, you feel good. And then it gets repetitive, it doesn't advance, it grows dreadfully boring: it is so very boring, even for me.

Death itself does not frighten me; it is the jump I am afraid of.

By dread things I am compelled. I know that. I see the trap closing. I know what I am. But while life is in me I will not stop this violence. No. Oh my friends who is there to comfort me? Who understands? Leave me be, let me go, do not soothe me. This is a knot no one can untie. There will be no rest, there is no retrieval. No number exists for griefs like these.

Unnatural silence signifies no good.

To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.

Inviolable, untrod; goddesses, Dread brood of Earth and Darkness, here abide.

Yes I know sorrow. Know it far too well. My life is a tunnel choked by the sweepings of dread.

Oh no no, I think I've just called down a dreadful curse upon myself

so much fascinates my eyes, but you ... I shudder at the sight.

To the depths of terror, too dark to hear, to see.

To him who is in fear everything rustles.

This is the profound secret of innocence, that at the same time it is dread.

is a desire for what one dreads, a sympathetic antipathy. Anxiety is an alien power which lays hold of an individual, and yet one cannot tear oneself away, nor has a will to do so; for one fears, but what one fears one desires. Anxiety then makes the individual impotent.

Her chief dread in life, at this period of her development, was that she would appear narrow minded; what she feared next afterwards was that she should be so.

They're scared of death, but that's like being afraid of life.

Fears hide within fears....

One may as well be optimistic. The road to catastrophe will be rougher if it's paved with dread.

Anxiety seems to be an intense desire for something, accompanied by a fear of the consequences of not receiving it.

The anticipation of what they will do to you is every bit as sickening in a dream as when it is really going to happen.

A dread that something bad was waiting for me has followed me most of my life. I have a morbid fear of the dark. I will never close my eyes in the shower. There are parts of my own house I am just beginning to go into.

The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it was the last hour of day -- that grave, still hour when the movement of life seems to droop and falter for a few precious minutes -- that brought us the thing I had dreaded silently since my first night in the house.

I was constantly in fear, metaphorically speaking, of getting a smack.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.

To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression. I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.