Best 155 quotes in «dread quotes» category

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

... love dreads being isolated, being left to speak in a void -- at the beginning it would often rather listen than speak.

Must one dread what others dread?

Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

Most people dread finding out when they come to die that they have never really lived.

My dread is for my show to be a nostalgia act. So the key to it is how do we keep it fresh?

Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?

No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread.

One may as well be optimistic. The road to catastrophe will be rougher if it's paved with dread.

people who refuse to take risks live with a feeling of dread that is far more severe than what they would feel if they took the risks necessary to make them less helpless - only they don't know it!

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

one pities most those who loved, and still died. Only those who love, dread death.

Poverty is one of them kind of misfortunes that we all of us dread but none of us pity.

The burnt child dreads the fire.

Present sufferings seem far greater to men than those they merely dread.

The dread of futility has been my life-long plague.

The Administration of the United States is such dread I almost feel paralyzed.

The gardener had a dread of small women; he'd always imagined them to have an anger disproportionate to their size.

...the power-loving temperament is more dangerous when it either prefers or is forced to operate in what is materially a void. Wehave everything to dread from the dispossessed.

The ignorant ever shun and dread the gifted and enlightened.

There are so few people that wake up every day and go do something that they dont dread... Im very lucky.

The people want wholesome dread. They want to fear something. They want someone to frighten them and make them shudderingly submissive.

There's nothing weirder than when your band finally gets big and you're playing sold-out arenas and you're selling millions of records, and you dread being a part of it all. It wasn't some master plan to go solo. I was just like, I would rather do my own thing, be happy, and have it be ten times less popular. That was really it. It just wasn't fun, the stress.

There is a fear of the Lord which is the beginning of wisdom, which is founded in love. There is also a slavish fear, which is a mere dread of evil, and is purely selfish.

This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.

Waiting for the horror is almost more frightening than actually seeing it. Just the pending dread.

There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

Valentine's Day is the day all singletons like me dread

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

We dread old age, which are not sure of being able to attain. [Fr., L'on craint la vieillesse, que l'on n'est pas sur de pouvoir atteindre.]

We all dread a bodily paralysis, and would make use of every contrivance to avoid it; but none of us is troubled about a paralysis of the soul.

We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death.

When one has too great a dread of what is impending, one feels some relief when the trouble has come.

Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends.

You achieve strength, braveness and confidence by each experience in which you really halt to search dread during the deal with

Without life there can be no action — no objects of pursuit — no restless desires — no tormenting passions. Hence it is that we fondly cling to it — that we dread its termination as the close, not of enjoyment, but of hope.

And it is because we all of us know of this sombre power and its perilous manifestations, that we stand in so deep a dread of silence. We can bear, when need must be, the silence of ourselves, that of isolation: but the silence of many - silence multiplied - and above all the silence of a crowd - these are supernatural burdens, whose inexplicable weight brings dread to the mightiest soul.

When people do not dread authorities, then a greater dread descends.

After she's gone, another brief lull sets in. This one is probably the last. But what good is a lull? It's only a breathing spell in which to get more frightened. Because anticipatory fear is always twice as strong as present fear. Anticipatory fear has both fears in it at once - the anticipatory one and the one that comes simultaneously with the dread happening itself. Present fear only has the one, because by that time anticipation is over. ("New York Blues")

All she had ahead of her was the cold water, the slow ballet.

And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light.

And Quaid knew, meeting the clown's vacant stare through an air turned bloody, that there was worse in the world than dread. Worse than death itself. There was pain without hope of healing. There was life that refused to end, long after the mind had begged the body to cease. And worst, there were dreams come true.

Beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.

...a redoubtable alchemy was at work behind impenetrable veils as the forest prepared its nocturnal mysteries.

At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.

And the only thing I knew how to do was to hold on as tightly as possible and count every single second until I reached the last one. The one I dreaded most. Sudden, violent, final. The end.

But even as she spoke, a feeling of doom crept into her bones, joining the anger and dread already lurking there.