Quotes About Unsettling

she told me that a friend of hers had heard of me and exclaimed "he's disturbing to read." now i like that – "disturbing to read: -- like popping pills or pushing the plunger down, like big knives and rusty razors. i'm fucking disturbing – let me disturb you too

That place is haunted, don't you know?

I knew it; I bloody knew it," he muttered. "It followed us. Whatever was in that house, it followed every one of us.

I identify with the characters very closely. At the same time that I'm outside, writing, I'm also inside, experiencing, and it can be very unsettling.

The key word for my book The Woman in Black is unsettling... because you're not terrified all of the time or even frightened, but you're unsettled and once you're unsettled, then the door's open.

But as soon as one is at rest in this world off he goes on something else to worry about.

Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.

There is something eerie about the odd stillness that settles on the living room then . . . It is as if this scene has been impossibly fixed and will never change again.

She was suddenly aware of how empty her feet felt inside her shoes.

In anxiety one feels uncanny .

I just look at her and she creeps me out. She looks like she would eat a baby. Not that she's fat. She just looks hungry in some dangerous way that can't be explained. She's always so nice and friendly. Exactly the disposition of a baby killer.

All this wondering was the weather vane on top of the building of unrest and of discontent

And it all felt very unsettling to me.

I saw other people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. Little kids who looked tired. Fathers in nice coats who looked even more tired. Kids working behind the counters of the food places who looked like they hadn't had the will to live for hours. The machines kept opening and closing. The people kept giving money and getting their change. And it all felt very unsettling to me.

Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.

I am, he thought dimly, watching a vampire take a piss.

Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.

I think it's relatively easy for people to accept something like telepathy or precognition or teleplasm because their willingness to believe doesn't cost them anything. It doesn't keep them awake nights. But the idea that the evil that men do lives after them is unsettling.

Shadows were too black, and when a breeze stirred the trees, the shadows changed in a disquieting way.

I've been sleepwalking again, my dear. / The plants are moving under the rug.

Thud, thud, thud, riderless black horse with red eyes coming down the halls of his mind, ironshod hooves digging up soft gray clods of brain tissue, leaving hoofprints to fill up with mystic crescents of blood.

I think it's relatively easy for people to accept something like telepathy or precognition or teleplasm because their willingness to believe doesn't cost them anything. It doesn't keep them awake nights. But the idea that the evil that men do lives after them is more unsettling.

There were days when no kid came out of his house without looking around. The week after Halloween had a quality both hungover and ominous, the light pitched, the sky smashed against the rooftops.

Okay, maybe I'd been a little ratty, but there's something about rotting corpses leaping at my face that puts me a bit on edge.