Quotes About Dread

she is overwhelmed by an amorphous anxiety without a specific source.

And I succumbed to an ecstatic horror at this insight.

I can only sit and wait, knowing that one day he will turn full around, step down from his stage, and claim me for the abyss I have always feared. Perhaps then I will discover what it was I did - what any of us did - to deserve this fate.

will feel itself like a man who continues putting off some unpleasant business from day to day, yet knows it must be done, hates to set about it, wishes it over, and is continually haunted with the thoughts of its necessity.

The central movement of the mind is the desire for unrestricted liberty and (...) this movement is invariably accompanied by its opposite, a dread of the consequences of liberty.

She walked off into the night, sparkling with a clarity she'd never felt—and at the same time, carrying a dread so overwhelming that she feared it might crush her.

It was an odd feeling, longing to see someone and dreading it at the same time.

The tone of his father's voice made Josh afraid to ask what it was he wanted to talk about, so Josh only

I usually dread writing non-fiction. I don't feel comfortable or confident writing essays and the like.

I have a little hope that the nuclear holocaust doesn't happen.

and dread came back like a hoot from a bully on the street outside.

For if we are our own force, we are also a servant of the forces of the dead. So we have to be bold enough to live with all the magical forces at loose between the living and the dead. That is never free of dread. It takes bravery to live with beauty or wealth if we think of them as an existence connected to the messages, the curses, and the loyalties of the dead. In

Suddenly Ka realized he was in love with Ä°pek. And realizing that this love would determine the rest of his life, he was filled with dread.

Are you an angel that approaching you should be so terrifying?

After a lifetime in which every experience of love was touched by shame and suffering, the prospect of falling in love filled Ka with an intense, almost instinctive dread.

Losing myself inside my reflections came to be the ''disappearing game'' and perhaps I played it to prepare myself for the thing I dreaded most... I knew or sure that, one day, my mother would disappear too.

The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

What loomed was a flayed man with his brisket tacked open like a cooling beef and his skull peeled, blue and bulbous and palely luminescent, black grots his eyeholes and bloody mouth gaped tongueless. The traveler had seized his fingers in his jaws, but it was not alone this horror that he cried. Beyond the flayed man dimly adumbrate another figure paled, for his surgeons move about the world even as you and I.

Imperilment is bottomless. As long as you are breathing you can always be more scared.

he knew he feared the world to come for in it were already written certainties no man would wish for.

wind itself is in terror of it and the world cannot

Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.