Quotes About Dread

God is powerful. He could be my dread champion, my rear guard, the one who fights for me. But I feel like I'm fighting all alone.

Something deep within hinted with dread persistence that he would never go back to what had been

You can't reason with a nightmare

Everyone feared what it could mean. The mood was one of dread and expectancy that they were yet to see the true dimension of the coming shadow of a cataclysm. Some people seemed to think such violence would soon swoop in to visit even the little town of Westfield. Everyone feared what would happen next.

He felt that the darkness was full of unimaginable horrors - and the trouble with unimaginable horrors was that they were only too easy to imagine...

I'm trying to have a moment o' existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it's a puir lookout if a man canna feel the chilly winds o' fate lashing aroound his netheres wi'out folks telling him he's deid, eh?

The dark moppets of dread played their paranoid hopscotch across Moist's inner eyeballs.

and Magrat was sick all night just at the thought of it and had the dire rear.

with the expression of one who knows that the light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train.

There are far scarier things in this world than dead bodies.

Horror is beyond the reach of psychology.

I just don't like getting scared, like when people hide and jump out of places. That totally freaks me out. I'm not a fan of it.

Actually, I don't hate cats, I'm just kind of afraid of them.

Fear can be a killer.

Dory stared at it. Twenty feet of muscle. Twenty feet of terror. Twenty feet of prehistoric hate with a maw of what-the-fuck and claws they didn't make anymore because even nature had looked at those things and thought, you know what?

Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell.

You will most certainly scream. I promise you that.

I feel as if I'm waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.

This waiting is worse than anything. It's like one of those nightmares where you know something terrible is going to happen and you don't know what it is, but you there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Like Frankenstein, I am afraid of the monster I have called into existence.

On a very real level, germs concern us because the world has become a significantly more perilous place of late. In recent years, many normal activities, such as eating beef and chicken, travelling on public transit and being treated in a hospital, have turned out to be extremely dangerous in certain places. Arrogantly and ignorantly, we assumed that epidemics such as the Spanish flu of 1918 could not happen again. SARS proved us wrong, and now we dread bird flu or a yet unnamed pandemic.

My body was telling me to rest the old machine for a while. Every afternoon about six o'clock I watched The Waltons, to try to heal myself just to get back what human kindness looked like. It was tonic for my soul. That seems so hokey, but that's what I needed right then—hokeyness—some blessed way of living. I was still writing the book somehow, I was drinking too much, and I would await these phone calls from Lenore with dread, just absolute dread.

Dream is a second life. I have never been able to cross through those gates of ivory or horn which separate us from the invisible world without a sense of dread.

My heart was in my mouth.