Quotes About Terror

A pair of schoolchildren,pale as rice and loud as peacocks,cut over the road and hurtled down a side street,galloping with joy or else with terror (p. 55).

If the only answer is silence, sit down, regain your calm, and combat terror with reason. Once you have calmed down, start doing the right things.

There is a phrase Argentines use to describe the paradox of wide-eyed knowing and eyes-closed terror that was the dominant state of mind in those years: "We did not know what nobody could deny.

The vast majority of the victims of the Southern Cone's terror apparatus were not members of armed groups but non-violent activists working in factories, farms, shantytowns and universities. They were economists, artists, psychologists and left-wing party loyalists. They were killed not because of their weapons (which most didn't have) but because of their beliefs. In the Southern Cone, where contemporary capitalism was born, the War on Terror was a war against all obstacles to the new order

Y gracias a mi rabieta de la otra noche, este también ha descubierto que soy una bruja oscura de dimensiones apocalípticas en potencia. Teniendo todo eso en cuenta, me juego lo que sea a que todos sus instintos clamaban para que detuviera mi todavía inexistente reinado del terror. Naturalmente

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.

The art of being a warrior is to balance the wonder and the terror of being alive.

The art of a warrior is to balance the terror of being a man with the wonder of being a man.

Nothing had ever terrified her so much as sensing that animality under her own skin, the prey's instinctive recognition of her predator, dressed in elegant linen.

For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of the humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who - one word- love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him, he felt a warning, a shaft of terror.

The loneliness in him was so keen that he was filled with terror. Usually he had a pint of bootleg white lightning. He drank the raw liquor and by daylight he was warm and relaxed.

Again, the terror, the acknowledgment of wasted years and death. Valentin, responsive and confident, still nestled in his arms. His cheek touched the soft cheek and felt the brush of the delicate eyelashes. With inner desperation he pressed the child close - as though an emotion as protean as his love could dominate the pulse of time.

Freddy Krueger scared us. 'Hellraiser' really messed us up.

Although I've said a million times that I'm not a horror writer, I do like horror.

Misfortune is a fine opiate to personal terror.

Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?

Silence and no lambs screaming.

I woke up and heard the lambs screaming. I woke up in the dark and the lambs were screaming.

Principle is principle, of course, and terror on a gray morning is another thing.

We, when we sow the seeds of doubt deeper than the most up-to-date and modish free-thought has ever dreamed of doing, we well know what we are about. Only out of radical skepsis, out of moral chaos, can the Absolute spring, the anointed Terror of which the time has need.

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing? --Gravity's Rainbow, V699

You had to been there, kid. Everybody thinks now the Eisenhower years were so quaint and cute and boring, but all that had a price, just underneath was the pure terror. Midnight forever. If you stopped even for a minute to think, there it was and you could fall into it so easily. Some fell. Some went nuts, some even took their own lives.

A pneumatic toy frog hops onto a lily pad, trembling. Beneath the surface, lies terror.

God's indifferent sunlight in all its bleaching and terror.