Quotes About Macabre

I love horror movies.

Before my time on 'RuPaul's Drag Race,' Halloween was my favorite day of the year since I was a little kid. It's the day we worship the macabre and live vicariously through the costumes that we wear.

Here a tower shining bright Once stood gleaming in the night Where now There's just the rubble in the hole from "White City

Gibbeting—though it hits the ear like a word for happy playground chatter or perhaps, at worst, the cleaning of small game birds—is in fact a ghastly verb. To gibbet is to dip a corpse in tar and suspend it in a flat iron cage (the gibbet) in plain view of townsfolk while it rots and gets pecked apart by crows. A stroll through the square must have been a whole different plate of tamales back then.

When in the States we had shouted Death to this or that, those deaths seemed to be more symbolic, more abstract, as if we were encouraged by the impossibility of our slogans to insist upon them even more. But in Tehran in 1979, these slogans were turning into reality with macabre precision.

By today's sensibilities, it's more than a little macabre that a great moral movement would adopt as its symbol a graphic representation of a revolting means of torture and execution.

Her trade is death and torture.

The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from everyday life.

incurable lover of the grotesque

Of the name and abode of this man but little is written, for they were of the waking world only; yet it is said that both were obscure. It is enough to know that he dwelt in a city of high walls where sterile twilight reigned, and that he toiled all day among shadow and turmoil, coming home at evening to a room whose one window opened not on the fields and groves but on a dim court where other windows stared in dull despair. —Azathoth from Dagon and Other Macabre Tales

he shewed me a morbid statue whose contours almost made me shake with the potency of its black suggestion.

He used to make shuddering conjectures about the possible actions of a headless physician with the power of reanimating the dead.

The Picture in the House * * * * * Written: December 12th 1920 First Published in The National Amateur, Vol. 41, No. 6 (July 1919)

The average of their intelligence is woefully low, whilst their annals reek of overt viciousness and of half-hidden murders, incests, and deeds of almost unnamable violence and perversity

A trip to the hospital is always a descent into the macabre. I have never trusted a place with shiny floors.

While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave, I have other uses for you, darling. I love the dead.

I love the dead... Frequently.

gothic nightmares.

For me, Halloween is year-round. But my Halloween is the real Halloween - dealing with the real dead.

No, I love watching autopsies of disgusting mutant monsters

Like a lot of people, I love a bit of blood and gore.

Mac picked up a small saw and began cutting. The pathologist made a whimpering sound, like an artist who'd just seen someone take a can of spray paint to his masterpiece. "Yep," Mac said, holding up something small and bloody in his hands. "A transmitter.

Más vil que un lupanar, la carnicería rubrica como una afrenta la calle. Sobre el dintel una ciega cabeza de vaca preside el aquelarre de carne charra y mármoles finales con la crueldad de un ídolo

May I cut off the head of dead Miss Lucy?