Quotes About Dread

Terror can fill any space

I don't know if I can face this. You know. The party and the ceremony, and then the hour after that, and the hour after that.

He who fears he shall suffer already suffers what he fears.

When you are a pessimist and the bad thing happens, you live it twice,' Amos liked to say. 'Once when you worry about it, and the second time when it happens.

To the little girl the house seemed a gigantic head, and she only a morsel of meat conveniently positioned in its gaping mouth. The front porch was that grinning mouth, the white porch railing its lower teeth, the ornamental wooden frieze above its upper teeth, the painted wicker chair on which she perched its green wagging tongue. Frances sat and rocked and wondered when the jaws would clamp shut.

Suffering... is not just lots of pain but pain amplified by distinctly human emotions such as regret, self-pity, shame, humiliation, and dread.

I dread karaoke. I hate karaoke. I can't sing - that is why.

I love horror because you can never just sit back in your seat. You always have to be on the edge of it.

I just always had this feeling inside me of always being nervous and afraid of situations.

True horror, I think, deals with dread and menace and gets under your skin.

Love, Fear, and Esteem, - Write these on three stones.

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me

The eternal silence of these infinite places fills me with dread.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces fills me with dread.

We're down to nine hours." "Until?" Scout asked. The Keep was expressionless. "Something bad happens." "Right," Scout said, as if she completely understood. "Bad.

El miedo existe en imaginarse las cosas malas antes que ocurran

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man? I feel the dread of this horrible place overpowering me; I am in fear -- in awful fear -- and there is no escape for me; I am encompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of...

And then there was silence, deep, awful silence, which chilled me.

My lamp seemed to be of little effect in the brilliant moonlight, but I was glad to have it with me, for there was a dread loneliness in the place which chilled my heart and made my nerves tremble.

What I saw appalled me. I felt my hair rise like bristles on the back of my neck, and my heart seemed to stand still.

You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.

My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

This is what it is to be complete. It is horrible.