Fear Quote by Anthony Doerr

“Dread begins to burrow under my skin like a parasite, slow and steady, eating away at my certainty.”

— Kimberly Belle

“The night lifted, leaving behind it a grayish light the color of stagnant water. Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging…

— Elie Wiesel

“Here was the heart of dread. It was not fearsome. It was fetid, noxious, hopeless. A deep and exhausting misery, a crevasse so bottomless…

— Laura Tillman

“Taking a couple of deep breaths, he knew he had to choose his words carefully—in spite of the fact that his adrenal gland had…

— J.R. Ward

“He swallowed hard, annoyed at the sudden dryness in his throat. No reason to become all emotional about it now. He had already sold…

— G.S. Jennsen

“She watched his face as earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look there was a touch of dread…

— Charles Dickens

“Something gurgled in his throat. It took a moment before he realized it was a scream bottled in his innards, a blast of misery…

— Tad Williams

“...and dread came back like a hoot from a bully on the street outside.”

— Norman Mailer

“His nostrils were permanently flared, as though he sniffed invisible winds of art and commerce.”

— William Gibson

“He was up to his neck in it. He was breathing the air of its world, adapting to its gravity. The story's essence had…

— Haruki Murakami

“The instant the words are out of his mouth, he realizes his mistake. It’s like getting smacked in the back of the head with…

— Maria Padian

“Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire. No sooner did he blink before he sensed something dire. He heard a…

— J.Z. Bingham