Quotes About Dread

Everyone is terrified of death, as we spend our whole lives avoiding it.

I am going to be murdered.It wasn't any easier to face in the daytime.

Are you afraid to die?'Cause it scares the hell outta me, And the end is all I can see, And it scares the hell outta me, That the end is all I can see.

The universe and its design is often one of arbitrary horror.

The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness.

Wonder has no opposite; it springs up already doubled in itself, compounded of dread and desire at once, attraction and recoil, producing a thrill, the shudder of pleasure and of fear.

Dreams surround our desires with ugliness and dread.

There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.

The greater your dreams, the more terrible your nightmares.

Once you know how completely and suddenly the earth can open up at your feet and the worst can happen, it also, paradoxically, leaves you more afraid of everything else.

The thought was horrible, yet fascinating.

I want to immerse myself in American magic and dread.

With regard to ghosts, while we have never believed in them, we have always been afraid of them.

It is not so much the things we know that terrify us as it is the things we do not know, the things that break all known laws and rules, the things that come upon us unaware and shatter the pleasant dream of our little world.

Beauty is terror" he said "Whatever we call beautiful we quiver before it

It was like waking from a nightmare to a worse nightmare.

beauty is terror. whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before

Readers know full well that when a writer takes pains to tell them a character doesn't expect the worst, she's about to get it.

Barbee had wondered about insanity, sometimes with a brooding dread - for his own father, whom he scarcely remembered, had died in the forbidding stone pile of the state asylum. He had vaguely supposed that a mental breakdown must be somehow strange and thrilling, with an exciting conflict of horrible depression and wild elation. But perhaps it was more often like this, just a baffled apathetic retreat from problems grown too difficult to solve.

They had always been soft-spoken. Because they had always been afraid.

This, she thought inanely, is the part where I am supposed to run. Oh, and that screaming thing

There is something about knowing you are not safe in sleep that gives a person bad dreams. The expectation of being woken every night — that feeling of insecurity and dread I remember carrying around with me as my marriage was drawing to a close, like a rotting smell I couldn't find the source of, shit I didn't know I stepped in. The subconscious starts sending messages: Be vigilant. Don't relax. Here's a boogeyman or two to keep your nerves on edge.

I have this weird, bad feeling," said another boy. "In my feeling parts. Like something bad is going to happen.