For everything that you find dreadful, there’s usually something that is rather marvelous as well.
There’s very little about being in a functional-M.R.I. scanner that is natural: you are flat on your back, absolutely still, with your head immobilized by pillows and straps. The scanner makes a dreadful din, which headphones barely muffle.
My mother, in the last years of her life, became very negative, and it’s hard to listen. I remember one day, I said to her, ‘It’s October 1 today,’ and she said, ‘I know, isn’t it dreadful?’ It’s hard to listen when somebody’s that negative.
The American story is a story of great moments and dreadful moments.
The danger of success is that it makes us forget the world’s dreadful injustice.
Every friend to the liberty of his country is bound to reflect, and step forward to prevent the dreadful consequences which shall result from a government of events.
My character and good name are in my own keeping. Life with disgrace is dreadful. A glorious death is to be envied.
All English people have a fascination with Jack the Ripper. I don’t know why, because it’s so dreadful, but such a strange, endearing part of our culture. Morbid fascination sums it up.
Because Bin Laden’s culture doesn’t permit the worship of images, they understand how powerful images are. We wouldn’t have thought of creating a visual bomb. In a way, he’s chopped down two iconic buildings, and used our very truth imagery, to express himself. It’s fascinating… I mean, dreadful.
It was nice doing my own Joy Division book to be able to put forward the fact that Ian was actually quite a nice guy and very hardworking, ambitious and loyal. But the thing was, he was battling such a dreadful illness in an era when they really didn’t know how to treat it.
You know, if you ever listen to your voice on an answering machine everyone thinks we sound dreadful. That’s sort of the way I think when I hear myself speak.
We are a dreadful species indeed, and deserve whatever it is our techno-baubles do to us.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
I used to have quite long hair, and I decided that I wanted to get it cut. I’d never met the person who did it, and she cut it into some kind of dreadful mullet. It looked like a triangle on my head. The other kids were merciless.
