Quotes About Dread

I opened both eyes. Dread was sitting on my chest as if it were an animal. I mean, dread so real it had physical presence, like a Labrador retriever I could teach tricks to. Here, Dread. Sit, Dread. Roll over, Dread. Play dead, Dread.

Death and his zealous minions—dread, despair, disease—can find you anywhere at all, and the armor plate of youth will no longer protect you.

There's no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn't know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat.

There is no delight the equal of dread

There is no delight the equal of dread. As long as it's someone else's.

And Quaid knew, meeting the clown's vacant stare through an air turned bloody, that there was worse in the world than dread. Worse than death itself. There was pain without hope of healing. There was life that refused to end, long after the mind had begged the body to cease. And worst, there were dreams come true.

Your kind has a supersitious terror of things ugly and broken; you gear that their conditon may somehow infect you.

Fear in front and bedlam behind.

There's no delight the equal of dread.

No hay mayor placer que el terror. Siempre y cuando sea el de otra persona

The only time early bloomer has ever been applied to me is vis-a-vis my premature apprehension of the deep dread-of-existence thing. In all other cases, I plod and tromp along. My knuckles? Well dragged.

Fear makes come true that which one is afraid of.

Dostoevski said once, There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.

Dostoevski said once, "There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.

There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.

See who I am, whose great age, exhausted and decayed and past the fertile time for truth, deludes me with imaginary dread when I prophesy of warring kings! Look now at this. I come from the Dread Sisters' station; and in my hand I bear war and death.

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.

My patient was one of those singular and unfortunate people who regard their heart ("a hollow, muscular organ," according to the gruesome definition in Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, which Pnin's orphaned bag contained) with a queasy dread, a nervous repulsion, a sick hate, as if it were some strong slimy untouchable monster that one had to be parasitized with, alas.

what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own";

You can't do anything in life. The social barriers in life are so intense and horrific that every encounter is just fraught with so many problems and dread. Every social situation is a potential nightmare.

Alas for my country, thy evergreen valleys, Are wet with a tide that is red, Alas for thy hills for they shudd'ringly cover War's sacrifice, bloody and dread!

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.

Being a mother was like being trapped in the first fifteen minutes of a horror film. Everything was fine, lovely. But there was this persistent sense of dread.

the only thing worse than failing to do what was demanded of her was actually doing it.