Dread Quotes

When the mind once allows a doubt to gain entrance, the value of deeds performed grow less, their character changes, we forget the past and dread the future.

The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

The first law of history is to dread uttering a falsehood; the next is not to fear stating the truth; lastly, the historian's writings should be open to no suspicion of partiality or animosity.

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

He who knows what it is to enjoy God will dread His loss; he who has seen His face will fear to see His back.

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

To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression. I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.

Writing has often been accompanied by terror, silences, and then wild bursts of private laughter that suddenly make all the dread seem worthwhile.

Simplicity of manner is the last attainment. Men are very long afraid of being natural, from the dread of being taken for ordinary.

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is, and what shifts we make to escape thinking. There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

I think that where I've watched a movie go wrong, it's usually because the dread committee has been interfering with it.

Hark! o'er the dread abyss the sea-bird screams-- The rocks resound--again the lightning gleams!

Why do we dread adversity when we know that facing it is the only way to become stronger, smarter, better?

I am inclined to think that as I grow older I will come to be infatuated with the art of revision, and there may come a time when I will dread giving up a novel at all.

It is the dread of something happening, something unknown and dreadful, that makes us do anything to keep the flicker of talk from dying out.

It's the beginning of your day. You awake and look around you, feeling perhaps a joyful expectation, or perhaps an awful dread. No matter which, remember this: God loves you with an infinite love.

Sometimes I dread loneliness more than bores. Other times, the reverse.

As for myself, there are two things I dread, - death and marriage. I must die, but I need not marry. I have sworn I will never be taken alive.

I really dread serious people. Especially serious, dogmatic people. I regard them as sort of what Reich called the emotional plague. I regard them as very dangerous.

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.

Something did happen to me somewhere that robbed me of confidence and courage and left me with a fear of discovery and change and a positive dread of everything unknown that may occur.

For most of my life I've been a listener. At least in the beginning, I think the reason I listened so intently was to have a chance of hearing the train before it ran over me.

Here, in the dread tribunal of last resort, valor contended against valor. Here brave men struggled and died for the right as God gave them to see the right.

I dread the inevitable acceleration of American world domination which will be the result of it all...Europe will no longer be Europe.

I see old age not as something to hide from or dread (though there is much to oppose in the usual treatment of the old) but rather as something to embrace as the natural and inevitable end.

The dread was built into the 2016 election - a little spoonful of dread.

I think something many of us grapple with are those times we dread the practice of writing, no matter the project.

Dread not events unknown, and be not downhearted, for the fountain of the water of life is involved in obscurity.

I have become that mother I used to dread.

It is a dreadful truth that the state of having to depend solely on God is what we all dread most.... It is good of Him to force us; but dear me, how hard to feel that it is good at the time.

Time, the cradle of hope, but the grave of ambition, is the stern corrector of fools, but the salutary counselor of the wise, bringing all they dread to the one, and all they desire to the other.

It won't do you any good to run if you're running the wrong way. I've developed a new philosophy...I only dread one day at a time.

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.

I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.

He that shrinks from the grave with too great a dread, has an invisible fear behind him pushing him into it.

It's hard for me, a Jew, to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?

There is no delight the equal of dread

I dread karaoke. I hate karaoke. I can't sing - that is why.

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

Among precautions against ambition, it may not be amiss to take precautions against our own. I must fairly say, I dread our own power and our own ambition: I dread our being too much dreaded.

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

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

I look forward to change, but there is a part of me that absolutely dreads it.

All dread those things they don't understand.

Adolescence is a twentieth-century invention most parents approach with dread and look back on with the relief of survivors.

The ignorant ever shun and dread the gifted and enlightened.

My childhood was full of deep sorrows - colic, whooping-cough, dread of ghosts, hell, Satan, and a Deity in the sky who was angry when I ate too much plumcake.

I swear by the mighty power of Amon-Ra, whose anger can shatter the world, and by the dread power of Set, that I will never betray my trust as High Priest of Karnak.

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.