“He'd been at the Glade for roughly twenty-four hours. One full day. And look at all the things that had happened. All… — James Dashner Copy Share Image
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,-… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Religion and nationalism, as well as any custom and any belief however absurd and degrading, if it only connects the individual with… — Erich Fromm Copy Share Image
What I try to write about are the darkest things in the soul, the mortal dreads... The closer I get to the… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
No disease of the imagination is so difficult to cure, as that which is complicated with the dread of guilt : fancy… — E. M. Forster Copy Share Image
America is the world's policeman, all right -- a big, dumb, mick flatfoot in the middle of the one thing cops dread… — P. J. O'Rourke Copy Share Image
I dread the day I leave [Doctor Who], because then I'll have to go back to writing bedrooms and offices and pubs.… — Russell T Davies Copy Share Image
I requested the gentlemen to put on their hats, and the ladies their shawls, to avoid catching cold, and then had the… — George Combe Copy Share Image
No one can actually define love, but you attempt to, and the closest you can get is longing. And that itself has… — Robert Zemeckis Copy Share Image
Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
When someone died in the wilderness of frontier America, that person's physical remains were buried and the handcarts continued west, but the… — James E. Faust Copy Share Image
A poet articulating the dreads and horrors of our time is necessary in order to make readers understand what is happening, really… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
The woman movement is one which is uniting by co-operating influences, all the antagonisms that are warring on the family state. Spiritualism,… — Catharine Beecher Copy Share Image
“Carla's description was typical of survivors of chronic childhood abuse. Almost always, they deny or minimize the abusive memories. They have to:… — David L. Calof Copy Share Image
What is an "I", and why are such things found (at least so far) only in association with, as poet Russell Edson… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment, by the fates… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
I experience religious dread whenever I find myself thinking that I know the limits of God’s grace, since I am utterly certain… — Marilynne Robinson Copy Share Image
As there is no pleasure in military life for a soldier who fears death, so there is no independence in civil existence… — Philip Gilbert Hamerton Copy Share Image
“In cases of distasteful occupation, the second day is generally worse than the first; we return to the rack with all the… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
The act of writing is either something the writer dreads or actually likes, and I actually like it. Even re-writing's fun. You're… — James Thurber Copy Share Image
No hell will frighten men away from sin; no dread of prospective misery; only goodness can cast hell out of any man,… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
I just think that for a lot of people - not to take the focus off of myself - that feeling of… — Matthew Shultz Copy Share Image
When the imagination is continually led to the brink of vice by a system of terror and denunciations, people fling themselves over… — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
There are many tough sides to being a jockey. Injury is something we all dread, but spending lengthy periods in the bath… — Tony McCoy Copy Share Image
Why exactly are we so frightened of death that we avoid looking at it altogether? Somewhere, deep down, we know we cannot… — Sogyal Rinpoche Copy Share Image
I do not like punishments. You will never torture a child into duty; but a sensible child will dread the frown of… — Henry Kirke White Copy Share Image
“Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When individuals approach one another with deep purposes on both sides they seldom come at once to the matter which they have… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
The band that I was I auditioning for, they were just all like, dreads and stuff, so I did look kind of… — Tony Palermo Copy Share Image
It amazes me when I hear any person prefer blindness to deafness. Such a person must have a terrible dread of being… — Horace Walpole Copy Share Image
“She’d been inside Riverbend’s death row cells, with their blue doors and creamy concrete walls. She never wanted to return. The overwhelming… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
I never do enjoy my breaks, long or short...I look forward to them intensely, but as soon as they begin, I can… — Sophie Hannah Copy Share Image
In dread fear of sentimentality, another thing true is not said-that for its staff the paper is a source of pride and,… — Arthur Ochs Sulzberger Copy Share Image
Organic chemistry just now is enough to drive one mad. It gives me the impression of a primeval forest full of the… — Friedrich Wohler Copy Share Image
..if you dread tomorrow, it's because you don't know how to build the present, you tell yourself you can deal with it… — Muriel Barbery Copy Share Image
There is no human being who having both passions and thoughts does not think in consequences of his passions--does not find images… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Though the Indian ocean abounds in rich and rare gems, it does not boast a clearer sky nor more unruffled sea. If… — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share Image
People are always surprised when they see me speak live that I have a sense of humor. And I say, Well, you… — Gwen Ifill Copy Share Image
To crush, to annihilate a man utterly, to inflict on him the most terrible of punishments so that the most ferocious murderer… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“Foreboding” might have been the appropriate word. “Dread.” The PROMISE of fear. It was tangible fear... smellable... the stale odor soaking into… — Jake Vander-Ark Copy Share Image