Quotes About Dread

I've never really liked horror films.

I am actually scared of even watching a horror movie.

I hate horror movies, with a passion.

I hate horror movies.

I have to admit that I really don't care for horror movies all that much. I think mainly just because I'm a cheap scare.

I cannot harness a horse. I am afraid of a cow.

You won't catch me riding a horse, because I'm afraid of them.

Horses terrify me.

I've always said - I don't know why - that I didn't like horses and was scared of them.

I'm definitely not for any haunted houses. They're all scary to me.

Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device-the mysterious knock on the door-because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don't know what's out there, yet you know you'll open it. You'll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks.

Something bad was about to happen. My wife was being clever again.

Do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you can't stop them? You can't do anything, you just have to wait?

Camille, do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you can't stop them? You can't do anything, you just have to wait?

Camille, non hai mai la sensazione che stia per accadere qualcosa di orribile e che tu non possa fare niente per evitarlo? La sensazione di poter solo aspettare?

I'd come to find the morning depressing, to know it would come again and again.

I stand in the middle of my room and debate not answering. Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device—the mysterious knock on the door—because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don't know what's out there, yet you know you'll open it. You'll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks .

We are one long frightening climax.

stomach didn't hurt the way it did with my wife—the constant dread of returning to my own home, where I wasn't welcome.

I'd come to find the morning depressing, to know it would come again and again.

Something bad was going to happen.

She was a worst-case scenarist on a grand scale.

I understand now why so many horror movies use that device—the mysterious knock on the door—because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don't know what's out there, yet you know you'll open it. You'll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks.

That was the worst word Diane could have said. As soon as she said it, Patty knew she'd been dreading just exactly that. That wedge of possibility—misunderstanding—that could turn this into something. A pat on the head might be a caress of the back might be a kiss on the lips might be the roof caving in.