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“But his dread was the nights when he could not sleep. Then it was awful indeed, when annihilation pressed in on him on every side. Then it was ghastly, to exist without having any life: lifeless, in the night, to exist.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“That’s the trouble with serious illness, and depression, you can’t imagine being well â€� like on a cold day you can’t imagine warmth â€� you live in the everlasting dread-filled moment.”
― Viv Albertine, Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys

“I see everything as if in a dark mirror, as if through smoked glass. I view the world in the same way as others look at the Sun in eclipse. Thus I see the Earth in eclipse. I see us moving about blindly in eternal Gloom, like the May bugs trapped in a box by a cruel child. It's easy to harm and injure us, to smash up our intricately assembled, bizarre existence. I interpret everything as abnormal, terrible and threatening. I see nothing but Catastrophes. But as the Fall is the beginning, can we possibly fall even lower?”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

“What we all dread most is a maze with no centre.”
― G.K. Chesterton, A Father Brown Mystery: The Head of Caesar

“But lurking behind every summer was a fall just waiting to happen.”
― Aaron Dries, The Fallen Boys

“If. If. If this all happened! I, F, - he had to hang on to those two little letters, just one tiny two letter word. If. So much hope and dread hung in the balance on those two little blips in the alphabet! A chasm in fact!”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Vocation of a Gadfly

“One can only worry so much, however; then one becomes philosophical. I suppose philosophy is merely sublimated worry.”
― Paul Bowles, The Stories of Paul Bowles

“What’s behind the door or lurking at the top of the stairs is never as frightening as the door or the staircase itself.”
― Stephen King, Danse Macabre

“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.”
― Cecilia Vinesse, Seven Days of You

“While I was able to rise and function almost normally during the earlier part of the day, I began to sense the onset of the symptoms at midafternoon or a little later- -gloom crowding in on me, a sense of dread and alienation and, above all, stifling anxiety.”
― William Styron, Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness

“Dread is anxiety on steroids.”
― Emily Nagoski, Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle

“Behind every summer is a fall just waiting to happen.”
― Aaron Dries, The Fallen Boys

“He [satan] vies for the bedside position, hopping to be the first voice you hear. He covets your waking thoughts, those early, pillow-born emotions. He awakes you with words of worry, stirs you with thoughts of stress. If you dread the day before you begin your day, Mark it down; your giant has been in your head.”
― Max Lucado, Facing Your Giants: God Still Does the Impossible

“If only it were over, done, without the awful doing of it.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good

“Forebodingâ€� might have been the appropriate word. “Dread.â€� The PROMISE of fear. It was tangible fear... smellable... the stale odor soaking into the dirt and lingering in the windless jungle of dead branches and train tracks to nowhere; lovelier than angst, kinder than panic.”
― Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

“And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“I can live a life anticipating beginnings or survive a life dreading endings. So maybe I should begin ending the dreading.”
― Craig D Lounsbrough

“Terrible sadness, dread, an agonizing desire for happiness swelled in his heart.”
― Iris Murdoch, Henry and Cato

“Nonetheless, it left him with a terrible doubt, a fear that inhabited every scene.”
― Sandra Newman, The Heavens

“thakrar noun - The precise point of the spectrum of awe at which wonder turns to dread, or dread to wonder.
Archaic; from the estatic priestesses of Thakra, worshippers of the seraphim, whose ritual dance expressed the dualism of beauty and terror.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“The song became accompanied by the incessant scratching at the floorboards, and the cat became restless as well, its meowing and hissing intertwining into one hellish song. In his fifty years, Anton had never heard a single cat sound like that.

And then, just when he thought that he could take it no more, the song, the scratching and the rest of the noises stopped, leaving only one sound behind.

The sound of approaching heavy footsteps.”
― Artyom Dereschuk, RUSSKI DREAD: A Collection of Short Horror Stories Set in Russia

“I had the distinct feeling that something was going to happen. I feared it would be a piercing event, a right-out-of-the-blue thing or worse, a profound nonevent.”
― Patti Smith

“Nobody wants to be alone. Sure, we fill our lives with people, faces that come and go, we love a lot only to lose more in the end, and if we’re smart—really smart—we take our victories where we get them. But beneath our skins, we siren.”
― Aaron Dries

“Postpartum depression makes a woman feel like she is in the grip of something dreaded and dark, and it's scary. . . but she's likely ashamed to admit it because she can't explain it!”
― Judy Dippel, Breaking the Grip of Postpartum Depression: Walk Toward Wellness with Real Facts, Real Stories, and Real God

“I was filled with a sense of doom that dragged my heart down into my boots”
― Penny Hancock, A Trick of the Mind

“His business was dread. People came to him in dread, whispered in dread, wept and pleaded in dread. And dread was what he counseled.”
― Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

“But even as she spoke, a feeling of doom crept into her bones, joining the anger and dread already lurking there.”
― Lauren St. John, The Elephant's Tale

“Love comes and goes, pitching its mansion. And on the circular track of days, it appears that Dread is gaining on Devotion every second.”
― Joy Williams, Breaking and Entering

“The very highest thoughts, pierced with this dread, plummet to earth, snapping the branches of trees.
The hunter comes upon it, not quite, it is not quite dead. A wing lifts, goes limp, and lifts again. Not quite, not quite dead.”
― Thomas M. Disch, Camp Concentration

“I don’t like it. I would prefer no one else became tied up in this. But some things can’t be helped. War is harsh.â€�
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― Rachael Arsenault, She Who Rises