Quotes About Terror

I looked at Camilla, her face bright in the sun, and thought of that line from the Iliad that I love so much, about Pallas Athene and the terrible eyes shining. And if beauty is terror, said Julian, then what is desire? We think we have many desires but in fact we only have one. What is it? To live said Camilla To live forever said Bunny, chin cupped in palm The teakettle began to whistle.

Death is the mother of beauty, said Henry. And what is beauty? Terror. Well said, said Julian. Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves?

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely

Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control, enraged with the shock of their fiery new colors. Someone—was it van Gogh?—said that orange is the color of insanity. Beauty is terror. We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.

It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we shiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?

Beauty is terror. We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.

And if beauty is terror, then what is desire?

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it... We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.

The vitality of the act was entirely obfuscated, the beauty, the terror, the sacrifice.' He took one last drag of this cigarette and put it out. 'Quite simply,' he said, 'we didn't believe. And belief was the one condition which was absolutely necessary. Belief, and absolute surrender.

Death is the mother of Beauty. And what is Beauty? Terror.

And what is beauty?" "Terror.

Death is the mother of beauty And what is beauty? Terror Well said. Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary, genuine beauty is always quite alarming

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the

Beauty is terror

beauty is terror, whatever we call beauty we quiver before it

Terror," said Lymond, "is our daily bread in the Wuthenheer. We eat it, we live by it and we disseminate it; and not only between Christmas and Epiphany: there is no close season for fright.

Maybe everyone lives with terror every minute of every day and buries it, never stopping long enough to look. Or maybe it's just me. I'm speaking here of your ordinary basic terrors like the meaning of life or what if there's no meaning at all...Sometimes I think we're all tightrope walkers suspended on a wire two thousand feet in the air, and so long as we never look down we're okay, but some of us lose momentum and look down for a second and are never quite the same again: we know .

The most destructive element in the human mind is fear.

in most cases, however, the terror was extremely short-lived, as was the person experiencing the terror.

He gasped in terror at what sounded like a man trying to gargle while fighting off a pack of wolves.

Stephen King novel

For wide, ah! wide is the woe when the foeman has mounted the wall; There is havoc and terror and flame, and the dark smoke broods over all, And wild is the war-god's breath, as in frenzy of conquest he springs, And pollutes with the blast of his lips the glory of holiest things!

once a weak person gets really frightened, they get quite savage with terror and they've no self-control at all.