Quotes About Horror

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Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion. I

Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)

Jedenfalls fiel der Stein mit einem ekelerregendem Geräusch - wir konnten das deutlich vernehmen - direkt auf dem Kopf des Kätzchens und verspritzte dessen Gehirn nach allen Richtungen.

He removed the flowers and lifted the silk handkerchief from her throat. As he did so he started back and I could hear his ejaculation, Mein Gott! as it was smothered in his throat. I

La seño ra Westenra

Are we to have nothing tonight? said one of them, with a low laugh, as she pointed to the bag which he had thrown upon the floor, and which moved as though there were some living thing within it. For answer he nodded his head. One of the women jumped forward and opened it. If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail, as of a half smothered child. The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror. But as I looked, they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag.

Author: Bram Stoker

Versión en español) ¿Cómo voy a poder, cómo podría alguien, describir aquella extraña escena, su solemnidad, su lobreguez, su tristeza, su horror y, sin embargo, también su dulzura?

Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious. CHAPTER

Your friend, Dracula.

Denn die Todten reiten schnell"— ("For the dead travel fast.")

Bogies is rats, and rats is bogies!

several people have disappeared, without leaving the slightest trace; a dead child was found by the roadside, with no visible or ascertainable cause of death—sheep and other animals have been found in the fields, bleeding from open wounds.

He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all.

Some clowns make you laugh, but Bobo will make you die, and then he'll eat your body.

If I often wished the world were a different place, I also knew—and horror movies helped reinforce this—that it never would be, a realization that in turn led me to a mode of acceptance.

The knife was warm, heated by the dying man's severed entrails.

Crack some ribs or crush a skull, Stuff down hearts 'til he is full, Rip paws and tails off any poor seabeast, Lock your cabin doors this night, Shake with terror, quake with fright, For the Bogle may invite you to his feast!

The brains left inside of his cloven skull splatter across the blacktop like some garish Rorschach painting made from oatmeal.

You who are on the inside, this world terrifies you because, according to you, it's 'without a divine master'. But don't you see that it's also without a human master? You who are on the outside, this call for renewal of 'God' horrifies you because, according to you, it would bring back the old tyranny of the divine. Don't you see that this world is forever without a creator?

We are haltingly, tentatively breaking the shackles of the earth ... but our energies are directed far more toward war. Hypnotized by mutual mistrust, almost never concerned for the species or the planet, the nations prepare for death. And because what we are doing is so horrifying, we tend not to think of it much. But what we do not consider we are unlikely to put right.

And because what we are doing is so horrifying, we tend not to think of it much.

Capitalism, too, ws forged in blood and tears; it is just that it has survived long enough to forget about much of this horror.