Quotes About Unsettling

The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from everyday life.

he shewed me a morbid statue whose contours almost made me shake with the potency of its black suggestion.

The priest was dead. Nevertheless, he sat at table with us as we feasted on cold meats.

Everything he saw was unspeakably menacing and horrible; and whenever one of the organic entities appeared by its motions to be noticing him, he felt a stark, hideous fright which generally jolted him awake.

I hurried back before sunset to my hotel, unwilling to have the stars come out above me in the open; and the next day returned to Boston to give up my position. I could not go into that dim chaos of old forest and slope again, or face another time that grey blasted heath where the black well yawned deep beside the tumbled bricks and stones.

Honest, wholesome structures do not stare at travellers so slyly and hauntingly

Buddy Ray just smiled at me. If the cracked teeth or blood was bothering him, he didn't show it. The smile had nothing behind it. No mirth, no joy, no soul. It was the scariest smile I had ever seen. "The

An involuntary return to the point of departure is, without doubt, the most disturbing of all journeys.

Then he heard a wild, high-pitched cackling that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. It wasn't sane, that laugh. In fact, it was the laughter of someone who never had more than a nodding acquaintance with sanity.

So her safe little world would never be safe again... She knew that the nurturing hand also held the knife, and that was very unsettling.

It was a brand-new graveyard.

Maybe this was the quiet before the real fucking quiet.

For me in a horror film, just looking down a long corridor and seeing somebody standing there, the simplest thing in the world, has a really seismic impact to me.

I only know there's something unsettling about a door that closes forever. I feel a vague lament about the changing of my body, the alterations in my appearance, the bleeding out of motherhood, the fear that I will not find the mysterious green fuse again.

Real art has the capacity to make us nervous.

Good writing never soothes or comforts. It is no prescription, neither is it diversionary, although it can and should enchant while it explodes in the reader's face.

When I read 'Meadowland,' I could see the potential for a very internal, quiet story that could be powerful and emotional but also disturbing and dark.

and it's tricky because she always makes me feel like, well, you know what it's like, when somebody's watching you and you feel it like dead leaves down the back of your sweater...

I just don't like my world disturbed without warning.

Coming back to your native land after an absence of many years is a surprisingly unsettling business, a little like waking from a long coma. Time, you discover, has wrought changes that leave you feeling mildly foolish and out of touch.

It's dark outside, in that thorough way that looks like the night trying to tell you it hasn't finished.

Truth is so often disconcerting.

Little by little, this book was beginning to give him a spooky feeling.

Self-knowledge is like lost innocence; however unsettling you find it, it can never be 'unthought' or 'unknown'.