Quotes About Dread

Although we may wish for it, true magic is a scary thing.

Bad news? Oh, festering fungus! What sort of bad news?

Nothing is more frightening then a fear you cannot name.

The worst fears are always underneath us, hidden, shaking the ground we wish to be firm and safe.

Manchmal denke ich, Angst ist die Ursache allen Unglücks

You know what is in Room 101, Winston. Everyone knows what is in Room 101.

Everything, you see, is frightened of something

But the living must fear death, or they would not struggle to stay alive.

But the living must fear death, or they would not struggle to stay alive. from 'The Fallen Kings.

And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall.

But his dread was the nights when he could not sleep. Then it was awful indeed, when annihilation pressed in on him on every side. Then it was ghastly, to exist without having any life: lifeless, in the night, to exist.

Somewhere, deep down him, he was scared, he was born scared. And those who are born with fear are natural slaves, whose profund instint leads to dread, with poisonous fear, all of those who suddenly can possibly cut loose the slave colar around their necks.

He knew his heart's core was a fat, awful worm. His dread was lest anyone else should know. His anguish of hate was against anyone who knew, and recoiled.

He had kept the surface of his confidence in her quite serene. And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall.

And again the dread of the night came on him. He was a net-work of nerves, and when he was not braced up to work, and so full of energy: or when he was not listening-in, and so utterly neuter: then he was haunted by anxiety and a sense of dangerous, impending void. He was afraid. And Connie could keep the fear off him, if she would. But it was obvious she wouldn't, she wouldn't.

It was not the prospect of the Last Day which depressed him but rather the prospect of living through an ordinary Wednesday morning.

O something pernicious and dread! Something far away from a puny and pious life! Something unproved! Something in a trance! Something escaped from the anchorage, and driving free.

AS THE TIME DRAWS NIGH As the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud, A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me. I shall go forth, I shall traverse The States awhile—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my voice will suddenly cease. O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this? Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?… And yet it is enough, O soul! O soul! we have positively appear'd—that is enough.

I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time.

I think I'm afraid of being happy because whenever I get too happy something bad always happens.

I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time.

Lucy: Do you think you have Pantophobia, Charlie Brown? Charlie: I don't know, what is pantophobia? Lucy: The fear of Everything. Charlie: THAT'S IT!!!

We left the flat together. I expected– dreaded– Mrs. Hennessy popping out her door and asking who my young man was. "An escaped murderer, Mrs. Hennessy; my father will be horrified." But she didn't come out her door.

Whatever you think this is going to be like," she whispers, "it's going to be worse.