Sometimes I dread the truth of the lines I say. But the dread must never show.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread.
I hate to repeat lines, to say the same damned thing. I try to rewrite cliches and make what I say sound fresh.
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.
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.
I have become that mother I used to dread.
My music confuses people because they think I will sound a certain way because I look a certain way with the dreads.
I prefer for things to happen serendipitously, but honestly, I also love terrible pickup lines.
I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time.
Dread of night. Dread of not-night.