Quotes About Unsettling

The sun had risen as usual, but nothing else about the day was the same as the day before.

It was the sound of something heavy striking something composed of flesh and bone. Hannah wasn't sure how she knew that, but she did. And her blood ran cold.

expression an unsettling blend of fear and fury. Prothvar came in

How do I look?" "Rapeable

It was as though Banquo had turned host.

I'm not someone who feels settled.

When I was filming 'Ouija,' there were some elements in that that really creeped me out.

Grace is thickly counter-intuitive. It feels risky and unfair. It's dangerous and disorderly. It wrestles control out of our hands. It is wild and unsettling. It turns everything that makes sense to us upside-down and inside-out.

I didn't sleep the night I finished 'Sister Hills.' It was so unsettling. I felt really wild. I didn't have a clue. It's a very loaded subject, and I did not know what I had. I was interested in watching how choices unfold over time. It's a story that's raising questions.

The wild thing is that when I'm in the band, I can control my destiny with four other guys. As a composer sitting in the audience, you can throw good vibes at everybody, but you can't control anybody's destiny, so it's really unsettling.

For me it's about creating and sustaining tension for as long as possible, and I'm not generally interested in allowing that tension to be deflated, especially by a jump scare.

It's the cold fish dying in your stomach feeling. You try to forget about it, but as soon as you do, the fish starts flopping around under your heart and reminds you that something truly horrible is happening.

It's the cold fish dying in your stomach feeling. You try to forget about it, but as soon as you do, the fish starts flopping around under your heart and reminds you that something truly horrible is happening.

It was a stormy and dark night;

Black cats can do that to some people: They make them go all shivery and scared and remind them of dark.

what?—the sky growing black, the wind moaning, the scrim of sand that blew across the empty lot forming itself into tooth and mouth and open jaw. "What are you afraid of?" More derisively than he'd meant it.

Cut your head off," whispered Never, eyes all scary-wide. "Pull your guts out and cook 'em," growled Jolly Yon. "Skin your face off and wear it as a mask," rumbled Brack. "Use your cock for a spoon," said Wonderful. They all thought about that for a moment.

The sky was the color of a migraine.

If ghosts have a color, then they are the color of an August thunderstorm getting ready to break.

After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night.

The face was bulbous and pink and hairless, utterly unremarkable, a Sunday school teacher's face, and that was the most unsettling part of it. Although he was probably my dad's age or older, the slack, anonymous complexion and dead eyes made it impossible to exactly pinpoint his age. He could have been a wax statue, a young actor made up to look old, or an amateurishly embalmed corpse.

I don't want your patronage. I don't want your tea. I was quite happy. What do you want to unsettle me for?

A week ago, it all seemed so secure. So settled.

There was something wrong about the house in Eastfield Terrace. Something unpleasant.