Quotes About Dread

Auditions are so much fun. A lot of people dread auditions; they think they have to do it in order to get the job. I don't really mind if I don't get the job, as long as I get to do something interesting in the audition. It makes me feel more creative as a person.

That's what people do. Kill the things they're afraid of.

The thing I fear most is fear.

He who fears he will suffer, already suffers from his fear.

There is no passion so contagious as that of fear.

It is fear that I am most afraid of.

He who fears he will suffer, already suffers because of his fear.

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Cowardice is the most terrible of vices

love meant the constant expectation of a blow.

The great tragedy of Alzheimer's disease, and the reason why we dread it, is that it leaves us with no defence, not even against those who love us.

It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

one pities most those who loved, and still died. Only those who love, dread death.

a man's death is not a calf's, and the dreaded Hereafter may still be open to me.

there was a dread loneliness in the place which chilled my heart and made my nerves tremble.

Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious. CHAPTER

Tem alguma coisa naquele vento e no nevoeiro. É algo que parece ter o jeito, o som, o gosto e o cheiro da morte.

Siempre existe la posibilidad de que ocurra algo aterrador, y normalmente ocurre.

You seem happy. I'm almost afraid of how happy I am.

Anticipation and dread aren't opposites, just different versions of the same game. Both involve knowing that something is going to happen, but not knowing when. And whether you end up winning or losing, you at least get to reach a conclusion. There's always some comfort in that.

Dude, your husband is gonna die!

approaches him with some trepidation.

Nursemaid, you mean? Someone who can sing me to sleep at bedtime, spoon porridge into my mouth, and wipe my"—he hesitated just long enough to make both servants cringe with dread—"chinif I dribble?" "I haven't the voice for lullabies and I'm sure you're perfectly capable of wiping your own…chin,

I aint mad at you assassin. It's not the brave bad people I fear, it's the good people who are affraid.