The Dread Quotes

If you are wise, you will dread a prosperity which only loads you with more.

War doesn't mature men; it merely pickles them in the brine of disgust and dread.

You can be living in a big house, driving a nice car, going on exotic vacations and still be empty inside, crippled with fear and dread.

And death? I don't fear death. I dread the absence of it.

Men, not children or servants, tempered and taught to the end; Cleansed of servile panic, slow to dread or despise, Humble because of knowledge, mighty by sacrifice.

I dread the day I leave [Doctor Who], because then I'll have to go back to writing bedrooms and offices and pubs. And maybe a field, if I'm lucky.

The day the process of acting becomes something that I dread is the end. Obviously, why would you do something that you hate? I won't do that.

The best I could say about third grade was that it was a more or less continuous state of dread.

Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.

The only superstition I have is that I must start a new book on the same day that I finish the last one, even if it's just a few notes in a file. I dread not having work in progress.

It's the end game that people dread and that's what I'm scared of

No progressive knowledge will ever medicine that dread misgiving of a mysterious and pathless power given to words of a certain import.

I am not myself apt to be alarmed at innovations recommended by reason. That dread belongs to those whose interests or prejudices shrink from the advance of truth and science.

I want to have a good time myself. I don't want to dread going to work no matter what the gig is. I think, selfishly, I will make sure that I have a good time; how about that?

Travelling fills me with dread.

Time is my enemy. Time will catch up with me vocally. And I dread that. I dread to think about life without singing.

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

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate, For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

Persons of slender intellectual stamina dread competition, as dwarfs are afraid of being run over in the street.

A life of action and danger moderates the dread of death. It not only gives us fortitude to bear pain, but teaches us at every step the precarious tenure on which we hold our present being.

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.

Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.

What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?

The cause of all trouble, the root of all sorrow, the dread of every man lies in this one small word—sin. It has crippled the nature of man . . .It has caused man to be caught in the devil’s trap.

With The Dread, first kiss was the beginning. Second kiss was the end.

Sometimes", said Miss Phillips, "the thing you dread doing the very thing you should do, just so you can stop thinking about it.

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.

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh." - Jace Wayland

You can't live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it.

Only the cruelest hunters set their traps with terror and trepidation.

The dread had not left my soul.

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

The antidote to joy is dread.

I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels - none if she remains at home.

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

The shadows have both been my refuge and my repulse.

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

Confidence is what we get when we take fear, face it and replace it.

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

The blessings of the devil is the beginning of dread.

Is it necessary that Heaven should borrow its light from the glare of

I forgot to supannoyancefrom his glass full ofmingled dread and rageNow let me takea small draught of solacefrom my own little cupfull of predicaments!From the poem- Draught

It’s like I’m on a roller-coaster ride, but I’m not allowed to get off. I’m strapped to the seat, and within eyesight the unfinished twirl of the track swirls into the air.

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

A finger beckons.My choice is to turn away.It is a mistake.

Some dark Presence watching by my bed, The awful image of a nameless dread ―

Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.

Danger will come upon us when it will. We can't stop it. We can only try to be prepared. There's no point in looking ahead to that danger and suffering its effects even before it comes to us.

Her laughter was an upbeat song set to a minor key.