Quotes About Eerie

Graveyards were the one place Belladonna never saw ghosts.

The Morgors, like death, were without art.

The light is fading from the day. The rest is darkness and dismay.

Creepy is better than just plain scary because you can't look away from creepy - you want to know the truth!

The disasters of war can be infinitely eerie and poignant.

That sort of aloneness gives you goosebumps scurrying up your spine. It makes your scalp crawl.

I had a dream this morning too, and you were in it, he said. I don't remember what it was about, exactly, but when I woke up I looked at the clock and it was exactly six thirty-two. I felt an eerie tingle all down my back and froze with my spoon halfway to my mouth. Really? He smirked and popped the cookie into his mouth. No

Tall, dark, and gruesome. -Tori

Depths of Friendship...under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold...

Something unspeakable left the room.

it was like fucking an electric zombie, a stiff-legged gazelle shuddering in northern catatonia.

The house, despite its eerie absence of absent things, was not a comfortable place, and there was nothing compelling her to be here.

Instead of being distressed by the huge moral discrepancy between the myth of Hollywood and its current reality, most of them only saw what already had been fixed in their minds. It was absolutely eerie and sent me right back to The Day of the Locust. The point that Nathanael West made, of course, is that the masses ultimately want to kill and devour, to cannibalize their celebrity gods.

The room didn't look haunted or eerie now;it was only melancholy in it's faded grandeur.

The Wild Hunt rides tonight." Meg's eyes glinted with her eerie tale. "They ride on horses with nostrils like burning coals, chasing the souls of the wicked, that cannot rest for—" Then her head came up sharp. And, "Gavin," she says, "there's knocking at the door." I thought her saying it was still part of the tale. Then I heard it too, a thud too regular for wind and rain.

The eeriness of this lonely island, set among a million willows, swept by a hurricane, and surrounded by hurrying deep waters, touched us both, I fancy. Untrodden by man, almost unknown to man, it lay there beneath the moon, remote from human influence, on the frontier of another world, an alien world, a world tenanted by willows only and the souls of willows. And we, in our rashness, had dared to invade it, even to make use of it!

The spookiest thing for me is when I think I see something, and then nothing is there. I always imagine I see something, or I'll catch movement out of the corner of my eye, but nothing is really there.

It's in my wheelhouse to be creepy, as a person.

The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.

Eerily, the coronation was kind of a reverse of Tatiana?s funeral. What was the old saying? The queen is dead. Long live the queen

It was something black . . . Something tall and black . . . Something very tall and very black and very thin.

Holst's astringent orchestral piece Egdon Heath, completed shortly after visiting Hardy, captures the novelist's eerie atmospheres and weight of foreclosing tragedy.

The sun disappeared into the woods and shadows started slinking out from between the trees. short story, Pumpkin

Sebastian glanced around. "Raises my hackles, though"—another flash of lightning—"almost like it's . . . haunted." Sebastian gets a cookie.