Quotes About Dread

Then every scene I thought of I visited accompanied by a death-spirit, everything was chilled with it, each time I woke, I lay in dreading bliss to feel and hear him sigh and snore.

Dread and sorrow reaching, in time, into every reach

Sometimes the day begins with nothing to look forward to...

There were nameless horrors abroad; and no matter how little one might be able to get at them, one ought tp stand prepared for any sort of action at any time.

I'm dreading the time that is not near As a man on a cross I have no fear I can't believe these words I'm saying You've got to feel your lines

When there is nothing to fear is the time to begin fearing everything.

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh." - Jace Wayland

Raquel Welch is someone I can also live without. We've got some love scenes together and I am dreading them!

For some people, happiness consists in waiting for some disaster to overtake them or the world

It was dread. A dread of going back into that other, long-dead life—or what he had thought was long-dead.

She hoped he would come today. She dreaded the thought of having to go through all this again tomorrow.

What was she to do? There seemed to be precious little she could do. She turned back to the ballroom in some dread.

I was only precocious mentally and lived in deadly fear of losing my virtue, not for moral reasons, but from the dread of being thought "easy.

I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.

Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. - Coleridge's Ancient Mariner.

I had feelings of affection, and they were requited by detestation and scorn. Man! You may hate, but beware! Your hours will pass in dread and misery, and soon the bolt will fall which must ravish from you your happiness forever.

Like one who, on a lonely road,    Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turn'd round, walks on,    And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend    Doth close behind him tread.*  * Coleridge's Ancient Mariner.

I busied myself to think of a story, —a story to rival those which had excited us to this task. One which would speak to the mysterious fears of our nature, and awaken thrilling horror—one to make the reader dread to look round, to curdle the blood, and quicken the beatings of the heart.

My heart palpitated in the sickness of fear; and I hurried on with irregular steps, not daring to look about me: Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turn'd round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

And the more I live, the more I dread death, even while I abhor life. Such an enigma is man -- born to perish -- when he wars, as I do, against the established laws of his nature.

Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turn'd round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

Oh expectation, what a frightful thing art thou, when kindled more by fear than hope!

A truce to philosophy!—Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread. What has been, though sweet, is gone; the present is good only because it is about to change, and the to come is all my own.

I dared not advance, dreading a thousand nameless evils that made me tremble, although I was unable to define them.