Quotes About Dread

The truth is rarely as dreadful or as terrifying as what one imagines.

Anxiety is a feeling of dread, agitation, or foreboding associated with a danger that does not exist in the present moment.

Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.

Marriage is in the same state as the Church: Both are becoming functionally defunct, as their preachers go about heralding a revival, eagerly chalking up converts in a day of dread. And just as God has been pronounced dead quite often but has this sneaky way of resurrecting himself, so everyone debunks marriage, yet ends up married.

And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.

Oh God, it's her, run!

The awe and dread with which the untutored savage contemplates his mother-in-law are amongst the most familiar facts of anthropology.

To sit in solemn silence in a dull dark dock,In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block.

Neither of these staring experiences was erotic for me, but they may have been for the two young men who did the staring. Who I was for either of them remains a mystery to me, a blank filled with my own dread.

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.

Wherever you are afraid, try to explore, and you will find death hiding somewhere behind. All fear is of death. Death is the only fear source.

In dread fear of sentimentality, another thing true is not said-that for its staff the paper is a source of pride and, I do believe, an object of affection and-yes, love.

In Stamps the segregation was so complete that most Black children didn't really absolutely know what whites looked like. Other than that they were different, to be dreaded, and in that dread was included the hostility of the powerless against the powerful, the poor against the rich, the worker against the worked for and the ragged against the well dressed.

In Stamps the segregation was so complete that most Black children didn't really, absolutely know what whites looked like. Other than that they were different, to be dreaded, and in that dread was included the hostility of the powerless against the powerful, the poor against the rich, the worker against the worked for and the ragged against the well dressed. I remember never believing that whites were really real.

I looked where he was tapping. Local Girl Missing, Feared Dead Beneath it was a photo or me-my most recent school photo. Oh no. My heart filling with dread, i took the paper from Mr. Smith's hands. Couldn't they have found a better picture?

Actually, it's scary. Scarier than Freddy Kruger and Jason put together.

I'm terrified that if they know how much I hate it, they might take it away.

You don't worry about them because they're too awful to contemplate worrying about.

How could we have been afraid of her? She was only dead. It's the living we fear.

My passion, My queen of fire and dread; Divine amalgamation Of swedes and cooper-thread, Unstitch your irritation And kiss me when I'm dead.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

In August they had a bad fright. Her lawyer had suggested that—in view of the circumstances—they drop the divorce. This filled them both with profound dread; at the thought of staying married, of sinking back into the deadly boredom of their pre-divorce days, they felt nothing but horror. They realized more than ever that marriage for them was unthinkable.

Fear is the mother of all emotion. Before love, hate, spite, grief, rage, and all the rest, there was fear, and fear gave birth to them all

Maybe this was the quiet before the real fucking quiet.