Dread Quotes
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I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope
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Many Christians dread the thought of leaving this world. Why? Because so many have stored up their treasures on earth, not in heaven. Each day brings us closer to death. If your treasures are on earth, that means each day brings you closer to losing your treasures.
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He who would acquire fame must not show himself afraid of censure. The dread of censure is the death of genius.
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In addition to the dread of Indians, Texas held out no inducements for Mexican emigrants.
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Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
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There is no question that Villanova is the team we most dread to play. I am so grateful to get that game over.
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I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.
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The essay form has superceded the novel as the vehicle that best suggests the prevailing apocalyptic gestalt, and as the talisman that is most able to repel the onset of paralysing dread.
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God is down in front. He is in the tomorrows. It is tomorrow that fills men with dread. God is there already. All the tomorrows of our life have to pass Him before they can get to us.
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A burnt dog dreads the fire.
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Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind a waiter, now behind some ornamental pillar, so as to put off as long as possible the shock of recognition, so as to be secure for one more moment to rock her petals in her basin. We wake her. We torture her. She dreads us, she despises us, yet she comes cringing to our sides because for al our cruelty there is always some name, some face which sheds a radiance, which lights up her pavements and makes it possible for her to replenish her dreams.
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The dread of evil is a much more forcible principle of human actions than the prospect of good.
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Jah would never give the power to a baldhead; run come crucify the Dread.
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
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With what dread and apprehension we entrust important jobs into the hands of others. Imagine the love of a needless God who is willing to want our work.
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The world dread nothing so much as being convinced of their errors.
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Le silence e ternel de ces espaces infinis m'effraie. The eternal silence of these infinite spaces fills me with dread.
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The people want wholesome dread. They want to fear something. They want someone to frighten them and make them shudderingly submissive.
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Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.
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Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.
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To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.
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Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment, by the fates assign'd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind; And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone.
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The dread of criticism is the death of genius.
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The dread was built into the 2016 election - a little spoonful of dread.
