Quotes About Terror

Horror shares an edge with hilarity.

Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.

Our imagination often is more horrifying than being shown something.

When the imagination is continually led to the brink of vice by a system of terror and denunciations, people fling themselves over the precipice from the mere dread of falling.

The root of all fear is imagination.

This divineness had that in it which, though commanding worship, at the same time enforced a certain nameless terror.

He could understand, condone the massive use of force, but the terrors of its particularizations horrified him.

Mud brothers, he thought. Sharers of a truth that could never be defined by the labels that had been created by outsiders. After all, what tiny fraction of America had ever even seen that nasty, vicious corner of the war, that corridor of terror and sorry that had so devoured the few who had?

Some of what I remembered was not my own story. It was twisted like tobacco strands, tangled with a dozen other memories of people who were here and others who were not even a part of the terror.

The difference is minding. I mind the resultant moral dilemma of having no answers. I never forget the fucking questions. They're always there, accusing me of having no answers yet. If there are no answers there is no point: a terror of absurdity. Logic will force me to do things where desire hasn't a chance.

Truly dreadful sounds ensue. The sounds of human disassembly.

As he passed through the winding corridors and the subterranean apartments, Tarzan saw nothing of the hyenas. They will return, he said to himself. In the crater between the towering walls Bukawai, cold with terror, trembled, trembled as with ague. They will return! he cried, his voice rising to a fright-filled shriek. And they did.

The sense of the wonder of human life, its beauty and terror and pain, and the power in men to do and to hear, is in Æschylus and in Shakespeare as in no other writer. Thy

Now his imagination spun about the hand as about the edge of a vortex; but still he made no effort to draw nearer. He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied. His one terror was to do anything which might efface the sound and impression of her words; his one thought, that he should never again feel quite alone.

Terror is a passion which always produces delight when it does not press too close.

The great has terror for its basis... the beautiful is founded on mere positive pleasure...

Whatever therefore is terrible, with regard to sight, is sublime too, whether this cause of terror be endued with greatness of dimensions or not; for it is impossible to look on anything as trifling, or contemptible, that may be dangerous. There are many animals, who, though far from being large, are yet capable of raising ideas of the sublime, because they are considered as objects of terror. As serpents and poisonous animals of almost all kinds.

It was no longer her sleeping room, it was our sleeping room now. We made friends the night it thundered, big claps of it and forked lightning flared then sizzled inside the room, she cowering under my bed, terrified that Eric Eric, the man with the clapper who broke up the big ships in the harbor in Malmo, was coming for her.

I had no night terrors. Maybe when your real life becomes the terror, there's just nothing left to dream about

Here, though, the police do not exist to protect and serve. They exist to maintain terror through unimaginable atrocity.

Why had he said, 'Some combination of pride and terror'? Did he still think it was uncool to admit to any enthusiasm, even in front of his greatest friend?

I am even more certain that to create dangerously is also to create fearlessly, boldly embracing the public and private terrors that would silence us, then bravely moving forward even when it feels as though we are chasing or being chased by ghosts…

Any power must be an enemy of mankind which enslaves the individual by terror or force, whether it arises under a facets government or communist flag. All that is valuable in human society depends upon the opportunity for development accorded to the individual.

Any power must be an enemy of mankind which enslaves the individual by terror and force, whether it arises under the Fascist or the Communist flag. All that is valuable in human society depends upon the opportunity for development accorded to the individual.