Dread of night. Dread of not-night.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Anyone who's a parent dreads that call in the middle of the night. I have four grown children and I still dread it.
Dread, which is closely related to fear, steals the ability to enjoy ordinary life and makes people anxious about the future. It keeps them from looking forward to the next day, the next month, or the next decade.
Travelling fills me with dread.
In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
I just think that for a lot of people - not to take the focus off of myself - that feeling of imminent dread, like a cloak of black dust, was always around me.
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
Sometimes I dread the truth of the lines I say. But the dread must never show.
Night is the mother of thoughts.