Overwhelming Dread Quotes

I'm claustrophobic. I can't go into haunted houses. They have these tight, dark, enclosed space. I freak out. That's my phobia. It gets me out of stuff. Someone asks me to do something and I tell them I can't because I'm claustrophobic.

A surfeiting of terror soon made terror a cliché.

I'm very claustrophobic.

I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

I have supped full with horrors.

Fear arises sooner than anything else.

The fear of vomiting, which for me is one of the most original and most acute of my fears, is actually fairly common. Emetophobia, it's called, and by some estimates, it's the fifth most common specific phobia.

What interests me is the sense of the darkness that we carry within us, the darkness that's akin to one of the principal subjects of the sublime - terror.

Claustrophobia is a theme that I feel is really rife in 'Sound of my Voice' and struggling to come up for air from that feeling.

She felt the familiar calmness of an emergency, but she understood the falseness of that feeling, now that it was her life at stake.

There is no delight the equal of dread

I was struck with a bolt of distilled horror like I have never known before. Far worse than suddenly finding yourself walking through a prison cafeteria wearing Daisy Duke shorts and a Jane Fonda headband.

Luckily, I am not at all claustrophobic.

Fear is the one emotion that unleashed can destroy anything and anyone.

The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.

My biggest phobia is spiders. When I was in second grade, one of my classmates got bitten. That did it for me.

beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

Seriously, if I switched on the TV and they were showing live footage of an army of fire-breathing pterodactyls machine-gunning people to death on the streets of London right outside my door, I'd be horrified, but not entirely surprised, nor any more scared than I already am. I'd probably just shrug and wait for them to smash the door down. We're so screwed, I don't even know what to worry about first.