149 Quotes About Dread

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.

It was a myth you couldn't function on opiates: shooting up was one thing but for someone like me-jumping at pigeons beating from the sidewalk, afflicted with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder practically to the point of spasticity and cerebral palsy-pills were the key to being not only competent, but high-functioning.

One can only worry so much, however; then one becomes philosophical. I suppose philosophy is merely sublimated worry.

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.

A worm of fear wriggled in Jaden’s stomach, and the ethereal assuredness he channeled moments before evaporated as the worm burrowed deeper. When he next spoke, his own voice of trapped hysteria broke through, the worm having reached journey’s end.

The abyss," he said hoarsely. "Everything we do, frantic activities, assignations of meaning to random gestures and grunts, succoring of our organisms and the organisms of those to whom we've developed attachments---it's all designed to distract us from the very abyss in which we formed, the formlessness that fills us. Melba, the infinite emptying of everything ... this is the only process! It doesn't matter if it's reversed. It is changeless!

What’s behind the door or lurking at the top of the stairs is never as frightening as the door or the staircase itself.

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")

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.