Quotes About Terror

The stumbling stones document what larger memorials cannot show: that the terror began not in far-off Poland, but in the heart of a city full of clubs and cafés, spaces where you can still buy a lottery ticket or go to the dentist. Each four-inch square recalls an ordinary human being, in the midst of her life, who was deported and murdered with little notice and no protest from the other ordinary human beings who surrounded her every day. The terror was here.

We live under continual threat of two equally fearful, but seemingly opposed, destinies: unremitting banality and inconceivable terror. It is fantasy, served out in large rations by the popular arts, which allows most people to cope with these twin specters.

or even mid September 1793, when Terror—the policy of intimidation—was officially declared "the order of the day" and the Law of Suspects was passed, which made it far too easy for a citizen to be suspected and imprisoned for counter-revolutionary sympathies or even for apathy, and which greatly expanded the powers of the Revolutionary Tribunal.

life on Earth now. I don't always feel like being a beginner in a foreign language, continuously and mercilessly exposed to that special terror and despair, the deep inadequacy, that the unfamiliar syntax can engender.

Where did they get those screams, Katniss?

The needle of his moral compass had swung madly without direction. Fueled by the terror of being prey, how quickly he himself had become a predator, with no reservations about smashing Bobbin to death. He'd

Coriolanus thought about what it had felt like to be in the arena, where there were no rules, no laws, no consequences to one's actions. The needle of his moral compass had swung madly without direction. Fueled by the terror of being prey, how quickly he himself had become a predator, with no reservations about smashing Bobbin to death. He'd transformed, all right, but not into anything he was proud of.

She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly.

to their terror when they saw the reality of twenty-four tributes circled together, knowing only one could live? Haymitch and Peeta come in, bid me good

We passed from laughter to terror which, like love and hate, are close relatives.

The year 1999, seventh month, [or simply "sept"] From the sky will come a great King of Terror. To bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, Before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

The year 1999, seventh month, from the sky will come a great King of Terror: to bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

it. It was a physical sensation, perhaps a mixture of joy, pride, and terror.

Without any effort of his will, or power to restrain himself, he shrieked aloud; an outcry that went pealing through the night, and was beaten back from one house to another, and reverberated from the hills in the background; as if a company of devils, detecting so much misery and terror in it, had made a plaything of the sound and were bandying it to and fro.

Thy acts are like mercy," said Hester, bewildered and appalled. "But thy words interpret thee as a terror!

The terror of the unknown was just as awful, and just as real, regardless of whether or not there was truly something to fear. -Scythe Goddard

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before being vanquished.

Cum alÅ£ii prin iubire-ar vrea,s? st?pâneasc? viaÅ£a ta,eu vreau s-o st?pânesc prin groaz?.

The poet, sick, and with his chest half bare Tramples a manuscript in his dark stall, Gazing with terror at the yawning stair Down which his spirit finally must fall.

Art dulls the terror of the void better than anything else.

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind

What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Ne të gjithë jemi duke shkuar për të vdekur, të gjithë ne, çfarë cirku! Kjo vetë duhet të na bëjë ta duam njëri-tjetrin, por kjo nuk e bën. Ne jemi të terrorizuar dhe të rrafshuar nga trivialiteti, ne jemi duke u ngrënë nga asgjëja.

Todos vamos a morir, todos nosotros. ¡Que Circo! Debería bastar con eso para amarnos los unos a los otros, pero no es así. Nos aterrorizan y aplastan las trivialidades de la vida; nos devora la nada.