Best 71 of Foreshadowing quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 16 Sep

Marie Brennan

I had rather face wild beasts and diseases than the perils of civilization." There is a proverb, which Tom was kind enough not to voice: be careful what you wish for. Unfortunately, not only did I get it, but so did those around me.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Anne Somerset

Such vows . . . strike one with a sort of horror at what happened afterwards.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Carol Birch

To look into the eyes of a cannibal. I turn away at the thought.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lauren F. Winner

God is a novelist. He uses all sorts of literary devices: alliteration, assonance, rhyme, synecdoche, onomatopoeia. But of all of these, His favorite is foreshadowing. And that is what God was doing at the Cloisters and with Eudora Welty. He was foreshadowing. He was laying traps, leaving clues, clues I could have seen had I been perceptive enough.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Iris Murdoch

The morning brought the crisis of my life. But it was not anything that I could have conceived of in my wildest imaginings.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kate Chopin

She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lemony Snicket

I am very, very sorry to leave you hanging like that, but as I was writing the tale of the Baudelaire orphans, I happened to look at the clock and realized I was running late for a formal dinner party given by a friend of mine, Madame diLustro. Madame diLustro is a good friend, an excellent detective, and a fine cook, but she flies into a rage if you arrive even five minutes later than her invitation states, so you understand that I had to dash off. You must have thought, at the end of the previous chapter, that Sunny was dead and that this was the terrible thing that happened to the Baudelaires at Uncle Monty's house, but I promise you Sunny survives this particular episode. It is Uncle Monty, unfortunately, who will be dead, but not yet.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Patricia Nell Warren

How many more times would I have embraced him that night, how many more times would I have kissed him, if I had known the name of that stranger lover who was already in Montreal, who had already bought his stadium ticket from a scalper for the 5,000 tomorrow. That implacable lover who was going to turn Billy's eyes away from me forever.

By Anonym 18 Sep

M. R. Pilot

Safer than being a mouse in a barrel of snakes, that's for sure. Be on the lookout for mice friends, who are really just snakes waiting to shed their skin.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Amelia Guillem

When she learns her true nature, I'll show her the text. The one I wrote.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Derek Landy

The only thing we know for certain is that Darquesse is coming, and she's coming to kill us all.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Deanna Raybourn

Of course, I did not realize it at the time, but it was to be nothing like a year before I came home again. I did not know when I would see Brisbane again, but I knew that I would. Someday. And indeed I did. That is when we found the body in the chapel. But that is a tale for another time.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Elizabeth Boyle

Mr. St. Maur will help me make a most excellent match. Perhaps you should retain him as well." Minerva shook her head at the pair of them. "A man will have to fall out of the sky and into my bedroom before I marry him.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Tamora Pierce

It's a Stormwing," Ozorne said. "I always wanted one.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kelley Armstrong

The hounds will come to Cainsville and when they do, you'll wish you made a very different choice today

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jane Austen

MARIA: But unluckily that iron gate, that Ha, Ha, give me a feeling of restraint and hardship. I cannot get out, as the starling said. HENRY: And for the world you would not get out without the key and without Mr. Rushworth's authority and protection, or I think you might with little difficulty pass round the edge of the gate, here, with my assistance; I think it might be done, if you really wished to be more at large, and could allow yourself to think it not prohibited.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Iris Murdoch

If at that moment Clement had caught sight of the dog and had managed to capture him, the fates of a number of people in this story would have been entirely different. Such is the vast play of chance in human lives.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Amanda Orneck

Turning his back on the village of Unwin, Chiave lumbered into the forest, barely able to walk under the weight of all he carried.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Carolyn Lee Adams

It was like a commercial for laundry detergent or tampons or a prescription medication with death listed as a possible side effect.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Rick Riordan

That set my ears buzzing. Why did Annabeth sound like she'd been crying?" "You okay, cuz?" She paused for a long time. "I will be. We... we got some bad news when we got out here.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Nicola Yoon

I'm working on a poem about heartbreak that I've been working on forever (give or take). The problem is that I've never had my heart broken, so I'm having a hard time.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Andy Weir

The worst moments in life are heralded by small observations.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Gustave Flaubert

I was resting in the shadow of that ideal happiness as in the shade of the poisonous manchineel tree, without foreseeing the consequences.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mario Puzo

Michael looked around the beautiful garden with its many colored flowers, fragrant lemon trees, the old statures of the gods dug from ancient ruins, other newer ones of holy saints, the rose-colored walls across the villa. It was a lovely setting for the examination of twelve murderous apostles.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Criss Jami

Nightmares are seldom a foreshadowing of real events, but always a showing of real fears.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Iris Murdoch

Coming events do cast shadows.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Shannon Messenger

The star only rises at Nightfall...

By Anonym 16 Sep

Geoffrey Rogers

I run into trees all the time when I go sledding

By Anonym 16 Sep

Tamora Pierce

It was plain that Nazaam and Gieyat were lovers. I'd like that, Arram thought as he followed Nazaam. To be comfortable with my lover, and laugh together, even when things are terrible. Like I do with Ozorne and Varice.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Updike

Inside, upstairs, where the planes are met, the spaces are long and low and lined in tasteful felt gray like that cocky stewardess's cap and filled with the kind of music you become aware of only when the elevator stops or when the dentist stops drilling. Plucked strings, no vocals, music that's used to being ignored, a kind of carpet in the air, to cover up a silence that might remind you of death.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Vladimir Nabokov

I now warn the reader not to mock me and my mental daze. It is easy for him and me to decipher now a past destiny; but a destiny in the making is, believe me, not one of those honest mystery stories where all you have to do is keep an eye on the clues. In my youth I once read a French detective tale where the clues were actually in italics; but that is not McFate's way—even if one does learn to recognize certain obscure indications.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lauren Owen

Already she knew that an idea could pain him like a bruise. He had grey eyes that showed every thought, and sometimes Charlotte worried that he might be hurt in some way that she would not be able to prevent.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Gabrielle Williams

Little did I know that today was only the start of everything getting very, very much worse.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Seanan Mcguire

I had no idea what was going on, but I knew that fighting Tybalt wouldn't get me out of the darkness. It would strand me there.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Andrew Hussie

The streets are empty. Wind skims the voids keeping neighbors apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed, or say, a plundered mailbox. A familiar note is produced. It's the one Desolation plays to keep its instrument in tune.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jd Robb

When she lay curled against him, her skin dewed from passion, there was still that small, cold place inside of her where the heat hadn't quite reached.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Tim Winton

There's things that have no finish, Scully, no ending to speak of. There's no justice to it, but that's the God's truth. The only end some things have is the end you give em.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kunal Basu

Look!” The Khwaja nudged a sleepy Bizhad. What was white before sparkled with a fine glaze of crimson, smearing the ashen tents that housed soldiers and animals inside the fort’s walls, lighting up the city of palaces and mosques, casting a halo over the silent fountains and the imperial boat. One by one, the great doorways of the fort gleamed like mirrors, reflecting the sun, now a spear’s length over the horizon. Marble palaces breathed free of the crisscrossing beams, managing to stand aloof from common homes. The intruder, satisfied by the result, turned an effortless gold – a gold coin floating on the river, at its still centre. A bird called, flew across, reflecting the world on its tiny wings – the lapis sky, the turquoise river, the crimson fort and the golden sun. “Look!” The Khwaja whispered into Bizhad’s ear, tracing its flight with his raised finger. “The finest artist in all Agra!” And so on Saturday the twenty-seventh of Rabi, year 975 of the Hegira, 1568 of the Christian era, the sun lit imperial Agra, blessing every moment and delighting every one of its subjects. It rose for the ten thousandth time since that dawn when Babur, the Mughal invader, had woken after a restful night to find himself the conqueror of Hindustan. Under the western wall of the fort, his grandson, the emperor, was about to rise. Rise and begin his favorite sport – racing elephants when they are in their frightening best. In heat.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Stephen King

UR LOCAL's under construction. Better watch out, traffic fines double.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Dexter Palmer

He falls asleep believing he's been robbed, not knowing that the summoning of demons is almost always unwitting.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Iris Murdoch

It was for me a moment of great peace. I did not know then that it was the last, the very last moment of peace, the end of the old innocent world, the final moment before I was plunged into the nightmare of which these ensuing pages tell the story.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Natalia Marx

His mother's words faded to myth, concocted by a gentle soul to delight the imagination of a boy. Until one day, they were no longer a myth. One day, he would wish he had never heard them at all because they spelled his happiness--and his eternal sorrow.

By Anonym 16 Sep

C. B. Cook

It’s weird how much things can change in only a few minutes. With those three words, “I don’t remember,” our entire futures were changed. Not just for me and Brooklyn, but for the little girl, and Denver, and Jenna and Blaze and – darn, I’m getting ahead of myself again. So much for trying to be dramatic.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Iris Murdoch

I just hope — if he does come — it won't be some sort of horror show.

By Anonym 18 Sep

William Dalrymple

The first Embassy to Afghanistan by a western power left the Company's Delhi Residency on 13 October 1808, with the Ambassador accompanied by 200 calvary, 4,000 infantry, a dozen elephants and no fewer than 600 camels. It was dazzling, but it was also clear from this attempt to reach out to the Afghans that the British were not interested in cultivating Shah Shuja's friendship for its own sake, but were concerned only to outflank their imperial rivals: the Afghans were perceived as mere pawns on the chessboard of western diplomacy, to be engaged or sacrificed at will. It was a precedent that was to be followed many other times, by several different powers, over the years and decades to come; and each time the Afghans would show themselves capable of defending their inhospitable terrain far more effectively than any of their would-be manipulators could possibly have suspected.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Talbot Mundy

I heard, when I was in Delhi, that the men of the West are studying the construction of the atom, and have guessed at the force imprisoned in it. Wait until they have learned how to explode the atom, and then see what they will do to one another.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Iris Murdoch

Nothing happened; yet there were disturbing signs and portents.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Vladimir Nabokov

Queer, how I misinterpreted the designations of doom.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mary Sage Nguyen

Foreshadowing is like playing cat and mouse. If done properly, it can be used to compel the reader to read on.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Satoshi Kon

You know what happens to me!