Quotes About Dread

And he has the teacher's fear of being surpassed by the student, the master's dread of having the disciple discredit his work. (Not that I am in any real sense Nemur's student or disciple as Burt is.) I guess Nemur's fear of being revealed as a man walking on stilts among giants is understandable.

Fear of the unknown is a terrible fear.

Deep within every man there lies the dread of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the tremendous household of millions and millions.

Anne says that fear of death is the basis of all violence

I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels - none if she remains at home.

Noel Vanstone [...] composed himself to meet the coming ordeal, with reclining head and grasping hands - in the position familiarly associated to all civilized humanity with a seat in a dentist's chair.

Religions of hope and love are a luxury of security and order; the need for striking fear into a subject or rebellious people made most primitive religions cults of mystery and dread.

We are betrayed by our maps of salience. They plot our narratives, identify our enemies and then coat them in distorting layer of loathing and dread. We feel that hunch - withdraw - and then conduct a post factum search for evidence that justifies it. We are motivated to fight our foes because we are emotional about them, but emotion is the territorial scent-mark of irrationality.

What the hammer? What the Chains? In what furnace was thy brain? Where the anvil? What dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp! When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see?

It was like something you have dreaded and feared and dodged for years until it seemed like all your life, then despite everything it happened to you and all it was was just pain, all it did was hurt and so it was all over, all finished, all right.

He'd lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he'd almost forgotten what real fear was.

They are frightened of the air.

What are you so afraid oft Fezzik raised his great head and managed to look at them. Getting water up my nose, he whispered. I hate it so much. And then he buried his head again.

The world dread nothing so much as being convinced of their errors.

Only humans dread. Dread is appropriate to nothing. It's the surplus of animal fear, it's never indicated, it's nothing but itself.

But this vast empty room was the loneliest, most awful place he had ever been. Its

Ich habe Angst vor dieser Erscheinung, aber wenn man viel trinkt, dann geht das schon wieder weg.

I didn't want to go to sleep knowing I would just wake up in the morning.

There are people who think death a fate worse than boredom.

It was the dread that comes about when you are allowed to have something that seems costly and yet you're not asked for payment.

her body held in frightened rigidity because if she dared stop clapping then a bad thing would come.

Something terrible's coming, and everyone in the world is working to bring it on.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying which is terrible.