Quotes About Monsters

And I still have other smothered memories, now unfolding themselves into limbless monsters of pain.

a cesspoolful of rotting monsters behind his slow boyish smile.

Todos esos monstruos. Todas esas formas horribles de matar gente. Tantas criaturas espeluznantes que andan sueltas por ahí... -Se estremeció-. Todos nacemos y crecemos rodeados de monstruos. forman parte de nuestro mundo, así que al final nos hacemos a la idea de que están ahí, y de que podremos evitarlos con un poco de suerte. Pero en tu libro salen muchos mas. Es como volver a descubrir que vives en un mundo brutal cuando ya creías que lo habías asumido.

Y quizá ese es el problema, y lo ha sido desde el principio: que te importan mucho más los monstruos que las personas. Por eso no tienes inconveniente en dejarlas atrás

Son los monstruos los que deciden quién vive y quién muere

Los guardianes saben cómo luchar contra los monstruos, cuando se enfrentan a uno —dijo ella con suavidad—. Yo sé lo que hay que hacer antes de que lleguen. Y después.

Sometimes the monsters are real . . . Sometimes they're real and the only way to defeat them is to be the bigger monster.

Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think. Did that sound hopeless? It didn't feel hopeless. It felt reassuring. It felt - real.

He'd forgotten: in fairylands there is evil, too. Monsters and curses. Dangers lurking in disguise. Demons, dragons, rats as big as oxen. things that could destroy you with a glance.

I mostri non muoiono. Quello che muore è la paura che t'incutono.

I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.

What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

The underground of the city is like what's underground in people. Beneath the surface, it's boiling with monsters.

to all the monsters in my nursery: May you never leave me alone.

Well, the first thing is that I love monsters, I identify with monsters.

I knew that monsters were far more gentle and more desirable than the monsters living inside 'nice people.' Accepting that you are a monster gives you the leeway to not behave like one. When you deny being a monster, you behave like one.

Man should be better than monsters. Ah, but who are the monsters?

Since childhood, I've been faithful to monsters. I have been saved and absolved by them, because monsters, I believe, are patron saints of our blissful imperfection, and they allow and embody the possibility of failing.

Monsters are the patron saints of otherness.

If those hellish fiends are rising from the deep again I don't want her anywhere near them.' 'Alright.

do everything, I thought, on the contrary, whatever you can to resist the ingenious temptations of compromises, cling to the suffering, stir up the dread, for the monsters are also the benevolent guardians of the survivor's presence within me

Where are the eggs of monsters most likely laid? What nest incubates them until they hatch? What are the toxic scraps that nourish them to adulthood?

Australia was basically an island full of monsters. "Man, that is one scary place!" I muttered, and switched the channel to something more soothing—a show about a friendly neighborhood serial killer.