Dread Quotes

I used to dread going on ‘Politically Incorrect’ with ‘up and coming’ comedians. But at least on ‘Politically Incorrect’, there would be just one has-been or wannabe on the panel.

I’m reasonably easygoing. Messing up my lines or making a fool of myself is where you find my fears. Like a lot of English people, I’m prey to embarrassment – the dread that everyone’s sort of sniggering at you, that you’re going to look like an idiot. I think that sort of halts us all.

I dread handshakes. I’ve got some problems with my hands, and everywhere I go, people want to impress me with their grip. To make it worse, now women are coming up with that firm shake.

I have always had a dread of becoming a passenger in life.

I used to play for Dortmund, I have friends there and the fans know me so I want to experience that dread of going to that stadium as the away team and I’d like to see how Dortmund would react.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer’d and as God He taught.

During my life I have seen, known, and lost too much to be the prey of vain dread; and, as for the hope of immortality, I am as weary of that as I am of gods and kings. For my own sake only I write this; and herein I differ from all other writers, past and to come.

If I know that I shall be as an angel, and more; if I shall behold all God has made; if he shall own me for his son and exalt me to honor in his presence, I shall not fear to die, nor shall I dread the grave where Christ once lay.

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

The men in those old days of the seventeenth century, when in constant dread of attacks by Indians, always rose when the services were ended and left the house before the women and children, thus making sure the safe exit of the latter.

Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.

I dread to be compared to all these directors who have a lot of spontaneous emoting and swearing in their films – that is death; it’s a cul-de-sac. It doesn’t lift the material at all. It’s just a cliched reproduction of what we think is normal behaviour.

I’ve been trolled myself for adding on pounds and would dread the negative comments if I posted beach pictures.

I have become that mother I used to dread.

I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread.

The terrorist threat is so cloudy, faceless, and vague, so manipulable by political purposes, so definitely present but indefinitely manifested, that it sometimes feels interchangeable with everyday dread itself.

I get asked to do panel shows, and reality stuff, like getting in a cage with a shark. I got asked to do a ‘Strictly’ special, but it’s not my bag. If I’m being interviewed, that’s OK, but anything else fills me with dread.

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

I dread karaoke. I hate karaoke. I can’t sing – that is why.

We do not deride the fears of prospering white America. A nation of violence and private property has every reason to dread the violated and the deprived.

I never dread going back to Congress.

Be content with what you are, and wish not change; nor dread your last day, nor long for it.

I wish I could fill every young man who reads these pages with an utter dread and horror of poverty. I wish I could make you so feel its shame, its constraint, its bitterness that you would make vows against it.

It’s everyone’s dread to lose a child. You lose someone you love so much, so young. It does hit you like nothing else, and there is a bit of you that thinks, well, if you can face that sort of challenge in your life, then it puts everything else into perspective.

I’m very jolly by nature but I get very upset when my skin is bad, I dread leaving the house.

If you live with a certain amount of dread for your own personal safety every day, that is anxiety.

Corporate America is drowning in meetings. To make one thing clear, I am not against communication. Quick one-on-ones can be extremely effective. I am talking about those hour-long recurring meetings, devoid of a clear agenda, and attended by many. I dread them.

Americans have, at various times, leaned on the FBI for a measure of justice that local and state police couldn’t be counted on to deliver, and recoiled in fear at their exercise of raw federal power. That uneasy trust; the combination of need and dread, is the lot that FBI agents live with day to day.

I have a new philosophy. I’m only going to dread one day at a time.

As a child, I used to have a secret dread – and a recurring nightmare – of the whole world becoming city, being covered with cement and buildings and streets. No more country. No more woods.

I have a dread of sounding pretentious and try not to talk too much about what I do.

I remember watching episodes of ‘The Sopranos’ and being filled with dread knowing what was coming or anticipating what was coming. I don’t think that that’s always a bad thing. I think sometimes the audience needs a little catharsis held away from them.

I requested the gentlemen to put on their hats, and the ladies their shawls, to avoid catching cold, and then had the windows widely opened. This proceeding caused some astonishment and alarm at first; for the Americans generally have a dread of cold air.

I know a lot of people dread going to work every morning, but my work is playing pretend and doing stunts and screaming. It’s a lot of fun and I get to play dress up. Every day is exciting and different and new and cool. I couldn’t be more grateful.

Slow, skinny, and an utter countryside coward: I lived in dread of nettles, spiders, and the very sound of a wasp. As a victim, I was beneath the dignity of the bullies in my year but fair game to the ones in the year below.

I dread naming pieces of music because being instrumental, most of the time the songs that I write are instrumental, I want the listener to make up their own story as to what it is and get the emotion pure without using logic.

I read Gide’s ‘The Immoralist’ over and over as a teenager. I was obsessed with it. It’s written with such simplicity and dread, and the desert, the shabby colonial world, is brought right into your consciousness without being over-explained.

The advance of science spares us from irrational dread.

The beautiful thing about ‘The Strain Trilogy’ is the ability to move from gore to high fable to creeping dread to domestic drama to unbearable suspense to the uncanny and on and on. The epic journey is designed to support these swings in mood, and that complements my tastes, which are wide-ranging.

For members of the Democratic Party, and progressives all over the world, it is difficult to overstate or hyperbolize the despair and dread that has descended upon them in the wake of President-elect Donald Trump.

Even before 9/11 I was gripped by a sense of dread: our lack of criticism about what we were doing in the Middle East – the slagging off of a whole religious tradition.

Why do children dread mathematics? Because of the wrong approach. Because it is looked at as a subject.

When Obama dispenses with that dread sobriquet ‘professorial,’ he does it by being, well, more professorial.

Throughout my time working in restaurants, I developed an illogical dread of some basic kitchen tasks. None of them – picking and chopping parsley, peeling and mincing garlic, browning pans of ground meat – were particularly difficult. But at the scale required in a professional kitchen, they felt Sisyphean.

People’s imagination is the most effective tool in creating terror or dread.

I dread the idea of a paparazzi snapping me while I’m out running.

Horror used to be one thing, and I think that’s starting to broaden – there can have subgenres, and other things can be going on in a horror story. In comics, you’ll never get the ‘Boo’ effect in a comic; you can go for mood, atmosphere and personal tragedy to build the horror elements and sense of dread.

I mean, the idea of losing a parent is really inconceivable. I think there’s just an undertone of dread about the subject, so people don’t talk about it and don’t prepare for it.

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.

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou’rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.

My aim then was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us.

I have this thing I say to myself that ‘tomorrow can be better.’ And I remember that period in my life where I never felt like tomorrow could be better. It was always dread for the next day.

I dread my trial at the pearly gates – knowing my luck, I’ll be hot on the heels of a blameless nun who will be ushered straight to a luscious cloud with prime sea views.

On Halloween, kids get to assume, for one night the outward forms of their innermost dread, and they’re also allowed to take candy from strangers – the scariest thing of all.

Each year, I await with dread the federal government’s catalog of endangered and threatened species in the Hawaiian Islands, where I was raised and where I live.

I think that’s a responsibility I have, to not leave the listener with complete dread or depressing, dark thoughts, but to leave a little door open so that you can dance your way out if you want to.

I’ve come, even as a feminist, to dread the phrase ‘female friendship,’ because it tends to signal overdetermined relationships.

Dear friends, we may well sing to our Beloved when it is near the time of our departure. It draws near, and as it approaches, we must not dread it, but rather thank God for it.

It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.

One of my favorite vampire movies is ‘Nosferatu,’ which has a palpable sense of dread that’s a pre-war dread.

With poets, the choice of words is invariably more telling than the story line; that’s why the best of them dread the thought of their biographies being written.

How do I tone my bingo wings?’ is one of the most commonly asked questions that strikes fear and dread into a personal trainer’s heart.

I dread first drafts! I worry each day that it won’t come, that nothing will happen.

I know wearing a bikini is a thing a lot of women dread, but I keep up my training regime whether it’s winter or summer, so my body always stays the same.

I used to dread somebody saying, ‘Whatsa matter with your eye?’

Hollywood… a city I was to come back to time and again, in sickness and in health, in success and in failure, with anticipation and with dread.

Every child senses, with all the horse sense that’s in him, that any parent is angry inside when children misbehave and they dread more the anger that is rarely or never expressed openly, wondering how awful it might be.

The vast majority of human beings dislike and even actually dread all notions with which they are not familiar… Hence it comes about that at their first appearance innovators have generally been persecuted, and always derided as fools and madmen.

The dread of lonliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.

Some people think of the ’50s as a time of innocence, but they are misremembering it or reinventing it: if you look at the papers of the time, they are filled with dread and anxiety.

The act of exercising at 6 A.M. really helped me. It made me not dread the workout part of my day all day long. Also, when I went to have a tiny cheat, I would really think back to how hard I worked and thought, ‘It is not worth going to boot camp an extra week over one peanut butter cup.’

It takes some courage to write fiction about politically controversial topics. The dread is you’ll be labeled a political writer.

You dread that there will be real problems during filming.

There are so few people that wake up every day and go do something that they don’t dread… I’m very lucky.

I just think that for a lot of people – not to take the focus off of myself – that feeling of imminent dread, like a cloak of black dust, was always around me.

My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.

Dread, which is closely related to fear, steals the ability to enjoy ordinary life and makes people anxious about the future. It keeps them from looking forward to the next day, the next month, or the next decade.