Quotes About Dread

There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.

And that was when she had one single, awful realization. It's not a doll. And against all her best intentions, she began to scream and couldn't stop.

Wake me for the massacre, okay? Don't want to miss it.

He was smothered by dread. Fear. A horrible sense of being hunted. And then one of the automaton lions turned its head toward him. The eyes shone red. Red like blood. Red like fire. They could smell it on him, the illegal book. Or maybe just his fear

I feel a wave of pure horror, like cold honey over my skin.

Marion: What is all this? What's going on? Clint: The same thing that's always going on. The end of the world.

Fear for your life sharpens your edge. Dread dulls it, think of the creep instead, stopping him.

What's dropped your heart into your shoes?

Even though comfort based on an illusion is itself illusory, it is for a while a deliverance from the anxiety and existential dread that the world today can generate in abundance.

Fear of the unknown is the most purely distilled and potent terror.

When danger can be sensed but not identified, then everyone and everything becomes a source of concern; the world from horizon to horizon seems hostile.

Sometimes the vastness of creation filled Jeffy less with a sense of wonder than with reverent dread

YOU KNOW THAT SOMETHING is coming. Something—a specific, dire, and awful something—will happen. You envision it, you push it away. It rolls slowly, inexorably, back into your mind. You make what preparation you can. Or you think you do, though your bones know the truth—there isn't any way to sidestep, accommodate, lessen the impact. It will come, and you will be helpless before it.

No matter how much one knows that something dreadful is going to happen in the future, one somehow never thinks it will be today.

I used to dread somebody saying, 'Whatsa matter with your eye?'

I dread going to court.

No one can help but stare at the monster, because horror is a cousin to awe.

What you couldn't see and only imagined was always scarier than what was real.

Fear stalks the land. (As usual; so what else is new?)

It's a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.

It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.

What you fear most of all is —fear. Very wise...

Those who foresee the future and recognize it as tragic are often seized by a madness which forces them to commit the very acts which made it certain that what they dread shall happen.

The news is a never-ending horror movie and nobody knows how it's going to end