149 Quotes About Dread

What we all dread most is a maze with no centre.

His business was dread. People came to him in dread, whispered in dread, wept and pleaded in dread. And dread was what he counseled.

There was only greed for living and dread, and out of dread, out of stupid childish dread of the cold, of loneliness, of death, two people fled to one another, kissed, embraced, rubbed cheek to cheek, put leg to leg, cast new human beings into the world. That was how it was.

There is no delight the equal of dread. As long as it's someone else's.

If I were to reduce all my feelings and their painful conflicts to a single name, I can think of no other word but: dread. It was dread, dread and uncertainty, that I felt in all those hours of shattered childhood felicity: dread of punishment, dread of my own conscience, dread of stirrings in my soul which I considered forbidden and criminal.

And Quaid knew, meeting the clown's vacant stare through an air turned bloody, thatthere 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 themind had begged the body to cease. And worst, there were dreams come true.

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

My mother once told me as a child that you can tell who is coming by the mere sound of their footsteps. I remember looking at her incredulously, my short curls bouncing in agreement with my dissent. Yet, upon her departure, I heard in her footsteps the essence of Mom. Ever since, I would know who was approaching down the hall of our home without prior visual identification.And the footsteps I heard at the entrance of the bookstore carried the vague echo of a memory that promised dread.

Why was it that when you were looking forward to a specific day, it took forever to arrive, but when you were dreading a day, it was there immediately?