Quotes About Monsters

Monsters don't care," Michael said. "The damned don't care, Harry. The only way to go beyond redemption is to choose to take yourself there. The only way to do it is to stop caring.

See, that's the tragedy of the human condition. No one wants to be corrupted by power when they set out to get it. They have good, even noble reasons for doing whatever it is they do. They don't want to misuse it, they don't want to abuse it, and they don't want to become vicious monsters. Good people, decent people, set out to take the high road, to pick up power without letting it

Monsters are born of pain and grief and loss and anger. Your heart is full of them.

Así que vamos a entrar en un laberinto de antiguos túneles oscuros y putrefactos, llenos de monstruos y criaturas malignas. Asentí. - Y puede que haya también algo de radiactividad.

They were huge, six feet long not including the tail, and as high as my belly at their shoulders. Their entirely human eyes shone, as did their bared fangs.

Billy pursed his lips thoughtfully. "So you're taking us into a maze of lightless, rotting, precarious tunnels full of evil faeries and monsters." I nodded. "Maybe leftover radiation, too." "God, you're a fun guy, Harry.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

Maybe the process of becoming something horrible wasn't about temptation to sin, forbidden delights, and bad impulse control. Maybe it was about choosing to throw your soul into a meat grinder, over and over again. Until what remained couldn't even be seen as a soul any longer. Maybe the real monsters, the big bad monsters, aren't created. They're forged. Hammered. One blow at a time.

The only monsters I have ever known were men.

Mike Sager's collection, Scary Monsters and Super Freaks.)

The monsters of our wired world can also quickly become commodified, as can be seen in the extraordinary story of the cult PC game Five Nights at Freddy's.

Unable to attribute misfortune to chance, unable to accept their ultimate insignificance within the greater scheme, the people looked for monsters in their midst.

Hatred and fear blind us. We no longer see each other. We see only the faces of monsters, and that gives us the courage to destroy each other.

Monsters,' her dad said, a tear tracing his cheek. 'I live in a world of monsters.

Our men have aversion spells on their hats," Gnifty continued. She was really quite talkative, now that the ice had been broken. "So that no big monsters come near, just creatures small enough to be hunted at night. When a dragon is near, they cry, 'Hang onto your hat!

Meanwhile the other monsters were busy. The winged horse was rearing and stomping; the rabbits were gnawing into legs; the double-headed eagle was plucking eyeballs neatly from their sockets and swallowing them whole, the satyr was— Dor stared for a moment in amazement, then forced his gaze away. He had never imagined killing men that way.

Los monstruos existen pero son demasiado pocos para ser realmente peligroso; más peligrosos son los hombres comunes, los funcionarios dispuestos a creer y obedecer sin discutir...

heard of the Loch Ness Monster?" Mrs. Hardesty asked. Several hands went up. "Here she goes again," I whispered to DeWayne. He sat beside me in class. DeWayne rolled his eyes. "Always monsters." "The other sixth-grade class is doing the Civil War," I said. "All we talk about is monsters. How weird is that?

So, been attacked by any vampires yet? Not one. Zombies? Giant spiders? Water monsters? It's been really quiet on the supernatural front Too bad, 'cause I got attacked by a devil dog. It was not awesome.

I'm not saying a hunt isn't something we crave, but to a man, we hate to be manipulated. And this is our town, as much as any human's. Our home, and our neighbours and perhaps even our friends. You fall into the trap of thinking as Fallon does, that there are only heroes and villains, monsters and victims, and nothing between. We all stand in that space, crossing the line to one side, then the other. Even you.

I'm laughing at the thought that you only bring monsters into your bed. You deserve that.

These humans—they are cruel monsters. Liars. Deceitful. For the first time, I want to hurt them the way they hurt me. This is so unfair. My body feels numb, my energy spent, my mind deceived and angry.

I wondered what kind of monsters lurked in theaters to prey on people sitting by themselves because their brothers wouldn't get out of bed to take them to the movies.

All monsters have their fits of depression.