Quotes About Dread

Officially there are no fates worse than death. Unofficially, there is a profusion of such fates. For some people, just living with the thought that they will die is a fate worse than death itself.

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

Death happens but once, yet we feel it every moment of our lives; it is worse to dread it than to suffer it.

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

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

I am afraid of dying-but being dead, oh yes, that to me is often an appealing prospect.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.

I am afraid of death, scared by it. I already don't know whether I exist or not. So dying really terrifies me.

In death itself there can be nothing terrible, for the act of death annihilates sensation; but there are many roads to death, and some of them justly formidable, even to the bravest.

I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.

Death approaches, which is always impending like the stone over Tantalus: then comes superstition with which he who is imbued can never have peace of mind.

My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.

They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.

I'm scared to death that I'll never be afraid

And death? I don't fear death. I dread the absence of it.

Il coula sans venir voir le coup, sans jamais pressentir l'issue, avide au contraire de s'assouvir encore, mais il ne se réveilla pas. Arrêt cardiaque. Il n'était plus. Affranchi de l'être, entré dans le nulle part, sans même en avoir conscience. Comme il le craignait depuis le début.

This is what I feared would come; this is what I have dreaded. It is not very bright and honorable as you have always thought it; it is not like a ballad. It is a muddle and a mess, and a sinful waste, and good men have died and more will follow.

Fear is supremely contagious, and its immediate reaction is to make one try to run away.

We Dûnyain, Cnaiür, are guides and trackers, students of the Logos, the Shortest Way. Of all the world, we alone have awakened from the dread slumber of custom. We alone." He drew Cnaiür's young hand to his lap. Thumbs probed the spaces between his calluses. How could bliss ache so? "Tell me, Chieftain-son, what do you desire before all things? What circumstance? Tell me, one who is awake, and I'll show you the trail you must follow." Cnai

What was the truth about the camera? he wondered. Does the camera show the future? Or does it actually cause bad things to happen?

Because I knew it was happening again.

Who are you? because even now, she couldn't let her questions go. What are you? That face that wasn't a face smiled. It was the most terrible thing she'd ever see, ever. Magnus he said. I'm the end.