Quotes About Terror

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

Here's the reality: There is always a credible threat, and terror can strike at any time, anywhere, especially as lone wolf attacks backed up by Islamic ideology become more prevalent.

The fact is, our men and women in uniform, the bravest in the world, did everything they could to protect this country from a terror threat and to protect others from the terror threat that was Saddam Hussein. And nobody can deny that we are in a better place because Saddam Hussein is dead.

If you want to conduct terror against Israelis, which is unacceptable, send fighters to do it. Don't send your women and children.

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell.

Smoke if you like. I've given it up. It's so morale-building to have given up one of the vices. Of course I'd never have done it without that cancer scare to help me. Sheer terror can be awfully useful, don't you think?

the love of God is the kind of love that identifies with the powerless; the kind of love that appeals to nothing but its own integrity, that doesn't seek to force or batter its way through. It lives, it survives, it 'wins' simply by being itself. On the cross, God's love just is what it is and it's valid and world-changing and earth-shattering, even though at that moment what it means in the world's terms is failure, terror and death.

Repression begat violence. Violence and terror begat more repression.

Toys and fooleries at home, wars abroad: sometimes terror, sometimes torpor, or stupid sloth: this is thy daily slavery.

They say that a nightmare can frighten you to death, that your heart can literally stop. Will this bad dream kill me, one of these nights? Surely it will take more than that.

Most of the time, that is what it feels like here, far away from the war, in the still heart of the tornado. So peaceful, the streets; so tranquil, so orderly; yet underneath the deceptively placid surfaces, a tremor, like that near a high-voltage power line. We're stretched thin, all of us; we vibrate; we quiver, we're always on the alert. Reign of terror, they used to say, but terror does not exactly reign. Instead it paralyzes. Hence the unnatural quiet.

It causes a jolt of terror to run through him, this absence of official time. Nobody nowhere knows what time it is.

Since childhood, since her early school days, New Year's Eve had possessed for her a mournful terror: she had elected it to represent the Nothingness which was her own life, the solid, cheerful festival which had seemed to be the lives of others.

Terror, married to technology and accommodated by progress in travel, has turned evil individuals into traveling ballistic missiles.

God is not anything human. God is a force, God is chaos, God is unknown. God is terror and enlightenment at the same time.

The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.

Why do I always think and dream the most awful things and want to scream in terror?

Mankind has a history of forgetting the unpleasant, the undesirable. Bu ignoring its existence, it can make the source of past Terror disappear.

Mankind has a history of forgetting the unpleasant, the undesirable. But ignoring its existence, it can make the source of past Terror disappear.

Death was pain and sickness, and terror of the long, blind, last step.

I stumble through a carnival of horrors

The horror was this: the others.

An icy gust of air rose from the open doors. Blackness. I cannot be locked in blackness. I cannot! And finally he screamed. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He screamed, the terrible cry begun before he was pushed forward, before he felt himself topple from the threshold, before he realized he was plunging down and down into the blackness, into the nothingness...

Horror and moral terror can never be exonerated. They have no real value. Pure evil has no real place.