Quotes About Monster

I knew it," Conor grumbled. "These kinds of stories always have stupid princes falling in love." He started walking back to the house. "I thought this was going to be good ."With one swift movement, the monster grabbed Conor's ankles in a long, strong hand and flipped him upside down, holding him in mid-air so his T-shirt rucked up and his heartbeat thudded in his head. As I was saying, said the monster.

War is a monster...War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows...And otherwise normal people become monsters, too.

This is all sounding pretty fairy tale-ish," Conor said, suspiciously. You would not say that if you heard the screams of a man killed by a spear, said the monster. Or his cries of terror as he was torn to pieces by wolves. Now be quiet.

Conor shook his head. "That's a terrible story. And a cheat." "It is a true story," the monster said. "Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

It was not wrong, the monster said, It was only a thought, one of a million. It was not an action.

War is a monster. War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows. And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

Conor blinked. Then blinked again. "You're going to tell me stories?" Indeed, the monster said. "Well–" Conor looked around in disbelief. "How is that a nightmare?" Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

Histórias são o que há de mais selvagem - disse o monstro com um estrondo. - Histórias perseguem, mordem e caçam.

They're just stupid berries. Woo-hoo, so scary. Oh, please, please, save me from the berries!" The monster looked at him quizzically. "How strange", it said. "The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seem to suggest otherwise. "You're as old as the land and you've never heard of sarcasm?" Conor asked.

No tienes miedo, ¿eh? - No –dijo Conor-. Por lo menos, no de ti. El monstruo entrecerró los ojos. - Ya lo tendrás –dijo-. Antes del final.

Las historias son lo más salvaje de todo –tronó la voz del monstruo-. Las historias persiguen y muerden y cazan.

War is a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." Hw's looking at me now. " And otherwise normal men become monsters, too

Y cómo se supone que eso me salvará a mí de ella? El monstruo se puso de pie cuan largo era, y miró a Conor desde las alturas. - No es de ella de quien necesitas salvarte.

You think I tell you stories to teach you lessons? the monster said. You think I have come walking out of time and earth itself to teach you a lesson in niceness? It laughed louder and louder again, until the ground was shaking and it felt like the sky itself might tumble down.

War is a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes monsters of men. "Wrong," says the Mayor. "It's war that makes us men in the first place. Until there's war, we are only children.

Conor furrowed his forehead. "You're making that up.") (The monster's face went stormy. You dare to question me, boy?)

The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do. Conor

A sudden, hard wind swirled up around them, and the monster spread its arms out wide, so wide they seemed to reach to opposite horizons, so wide they seemed big enough to encompass the world.

Conor shook his head. "That's a terrible story. And a cheat." It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat. Kingdoms get the princes they deserve, farmers' daughters die for no reason, and sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised. Conor

I have had as many names as there are years to time itself! roared the monster. I am Herne the Hunter! I am Cernunnos! I am the eternal Green Man!

There was a rustling through the monster's leaves, like the wind stirring them in a long, slow sigh. I did not come to heal her, the monster said. I came to heal you.

Patrick Ness, A MONSTER CALLS

You'll be in the dark.' 'Bless you, girl, I got no fear of the dark.' Of course he hasn't. Because he is the fear in the dark, the monster under the bed. Luca is a thing out of stories, and he is here in my house wearing my coat. If that is not an adventure then I do not know what is.