Quotes About Horror

he could see the darkness pulse, and the smell of decay had thickened to a stench.

It is the horror of war that, with each newly arrived generation, the nightmare is reprised by innocents.

Introspection was an act of supreme courage, one that few could manage. But when all one had left to stir was a heap of crumbled bones, there was nothing else one could do. Fleeing the scene only prolonged the ordeal. Memories clung to the horrors in his wake, and the only true escape was a plunge into madness – and madness was not a thing he could simply choose for himself. More's the pity. No, the sharper the inner landscape, the fiercer the sanity.

Words can so easily glide over mayhem and terror and horror, it is a miracle that trust ever exists amongst man.

It was then, Duiker saw as his mount picked a careful path through the bodies, that madness had truly arrived. Men had been gutted, their entrails pulled out, wrapped around women—wives and mothers and aunts and sisters—who had been raped before being strangled with the intestinal ropes. The historian saw children with their skulls crushed, babies spitted on tapu skewers.

We are all pushed into a world of madness, yet it must now fall to each of us to pull back from this Abyss, to drag ourselves free of the descending spiral. From horror, grief must be fashioned, and from grief, compassion.

Rake was an atmosphere, a heart-thudding, terror-threaded presence no-one could ignore, much less escape. Violence, antiquity, sombre pathos, and darkest horror – the Son of Darkness was a gelid eddy in immortality's current, and the Mhybe could feel, crawling beneath her very skin, every Rhivi spirit awakened in desperation.

Brooding's different,' he muttered to the empty chair across from him. 'Could be any subject, for one thing. A subject not at all cynical. Like the meddling of the gods – no, all right, not like that one. Smithing, yes. Horseshoes. Nothing cynical about horseshoes . . . I don't think. Sure. Keeping horses comfortable. So they can gallop into battle and die horribly.' He fell silent. Scowling.

Mortality was the realm of deceit; the sordid room of horror hid in the house of the living, its walls crusted and streaked, dark stains on the warped floor. Dust crowded the corners, dust made of skin flakes and snarls of hair, nail clippings and clots of phlegm. Every house had its secret room, where memories howled in the thick silence.

The idea of new imperial commissions gave Gaius a feeling of well-being starkly at odds with the horror of watching the amphitheater burn. There was no disaster so universal that it did not bring good fortune to someone. Was it hubris, to think such a thing?

Please don't get angry. I know this must sound very peculiar." "Peculiar? Sounds like something out of a horror film. You want me to suck your blood? What do you think I am?" "You're disabled," Othman answered simply. "And desperate. You want vitality. You want strength and agility. Youth. You want Barbara Eager.

He passed several bodies that had fallen out of their niches onto the floor, their broken limbs positioned in attitudes of despair and terror, their crushed faces expressing the most appalling horror.

Creatures that feed upon blood are abhorred and feared by the majority of humans.

There was something too realistic in this performance, a promise of horror. I didn't want to watch it any more; I was sure it was going to distress me. It was like some soulscape terror being brought into reality, with no escape of return to normal awareness

Daniel wanted to laugh. They all looked both sinister and ridiculous, like a horror-film family of vampires waiting for prey.

The bloody times, the horror, will just be history to them, words on a page, so how will they dare to judge? Very easily, I should imagine.

After what I seen today, I'll never sleep again.

My true social media passion is making creepy short movies on Instagram.

No politician after the Nixon-Agnew years would say, 'I was against the death penalty,' because they replaced 'soft on communism' with 'soft on crime.' You just see the horror of this thing.

I learned some big lessons on my first film, a horror film which was never released in the U.S., even though we sold it to Harvey Weinstein for a lot of money.

I set out to do a horror film with 'Dog Soldiers,' and what I came out with at the end of the day was something that was more of a cult movie, more of a black comedy with some horror elements in it. It kind of went over the top.

I have recurring nightmares about being in a Nazi concentration camp with all my family and constantly being sent to solitary confinement.

It is a mistake to fancy that horror is associated inextricably with darkness, silence, and solitude.

I like 'Brawl in Cell Block 99.' I think Vince Vaughn is incredible and I've never seen Don Johnson like that. It is very realistic. Some people say it is a horror film. It is not a horror film at all. It is very realistic.