Quotes About Dread

A crust in comfort is better than a feast in fear.

People are always surprised when they see me speak live that I have a sense of humor. And I say, Well, you know, there's not much opportunity to laugh when you're reporting the dread news of the day.

The ignorant ever shun and dread the gifted and enlightened.

Horror shares an edge with hilarity.

The world's full of wonder, he said. Or at least horror that looks wondrous from afar.

Any person with any imagination is bound to be afraid.

Our imagination often is more horrifying than being shown something.

When the imagination is continually led to the brink of vice by a system of terror and denunciations, people fling themselves over the precipice from the mere dread of falling.

The root of all fear is imagination.

There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it.

There is nothing to fear except fear it's self.

In the living room Goodrich's father sat in a large chair across from the sofa, motionless. He appeared very tired. His mother stood nervously behind the chair, obviously dreading his entrance into the room.

It was more like a form of claustrophobia -- a dread of exchanging the freedom of her own self-imposed routine for the inescapable burden of somebody else's.

I hate mornings. They start so early.

The psychological condition of fear is divorced from any concrete and true immediate danger. It comes in many forms: unease, worry, anxiety, nervousness, tension, dread, phobia, and so on. This kind of psychological fear is always of something that might happen, not of something that is happening now.

Waking or sleeping, it seemed that she constantly saw that dark body dropping, swift and silent, into the cold, grim sea.

A thousand times rather face the wild hordes of the dead sea bottoms than meet the eyes of this beautiful young girl and tell her the thing that I must tell her.

For the first time he was face to face with his hovering dread: he was judging where he still adored.

The next two or three days dragged by heavily. The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.

I had not realized how far gone she was and how much she dreaded the homecoming, the ghost. We don't know others. They are an enigma. We can't know them, especially those we are most intimate with, because habit blurs us and hope blinds us to the truth.

suddenly the window flew open, swung back and forth on its hinges, as if something was about to come in, and she waited in dread for what that something might be.

and it was an inflexible maxim of Roman discipline, that a good soldier should dread his officers far more than the enemy. 

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it was an inflexible maxim of Roman discipline, that a good soldier should dread his officers far more than the enemy.