Quotes About Dread

You know those days when you've got the mean reds.... the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is.

Um," Starflight said as a horrifying thought struck him. "There's no chance this volcano is about to erupt, is there?

Qibli was expecting Turtle to do something, and Turtle had a bad feeling that "something" wasn't "Turtle flying all the way back to the Kingdom of the Sea, finding a deep trench, and staying there forever.

Stephen's intense irritation lasted all the time he was climbing into the maintop, and this so took away from his dread and his habitual caution that Jack said, 'What a fellow you are, Stephen. When you choose you can go aloft like' - he was about to say 'a human being' but changed this before it quite left his gullet to 'like an able seaman.

And although Jack could hear the master's shoes crunching on the deck some inches above his head, he could not possibly divine the particular emotional disturbance and the sickening dread of exposure that filled the poor man's loving heart. But he knew very well that his tight, self-contained world was hopelessly out of tune and he was haunted by the depressing sentiment of failure – of not having succeeded in what he had set out to do.

Frightfulness is never more than an unfamiliar pattern.

dreading the trip. I've never seen so much medicine and

an ugly premonition

impending doom when the terrorists had released the video of Jack. It was as though her body knew that

If they decide... to kill you, will you... let them? I won't be able to stop them, I answered. But will you... go quietly? I'm not sure, I sighed. If they'd taken me right after the fight, I'd have gone without a murmur — I was pumped up with adrenaline and wasn't scared of dying. Now that I've calmed down, I'm dreading it. I hope I'll go with my head held high, but I'm afraid I'll cry and beg for mercy.

It was like setting up a guillotine in the public square.You don't expect a thousand people to line up to put their heads in it.

You don't have to think very hard to realize that our dread of both relationships and loneliness … has to do with angst about death, the recognition that I'm going to die, and die very much alone, and the rest of the world is going to go merrily on without me.

He had never been so anxious for the arrival of a woman he did not want to see.

Organized shuffleboard has always filled me with dread. Everything about it suggests infirm senescence and death: it's a game played on the skin of a void, and the rasp of the sliding puck is the sound of that skin getting abraded away bit by bit.

It's not desiring the fall; it's terror of the flames.

It never occurred to him to ask her what sort of demeanor she preferred. He didn't have to strategize or even scheme. Later he knew what the dread had been dread of. He hadn't had to promise her anything, it turned out. It was all for free.

I fear this feeling more than I fear anything, man. More than pain, or my mom dying, or environmental toxicity. Anything.

Hal loathes sky-and-cloud wallpaper because it makes him feel high-altitude and disoriented and sometimes plummeting.

There's something elementally horrific about waking before dawn.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!