Quotes About Horror

When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.

A zombie film is not fun without a bunch of stupid people running around and observing how they fail to handle the situation.

The neighbors are scary enough when they're not dead.

All of a sudden, a great crash sounded, and even the calm, collected Peter flinched at the noise. The closet door flew open and two small children, a girl and boy, burst out into the room. They were a ghastly sight, even to Peter's cynical eyes: the little girl had no left arm, the boy had been bleeding from a great wound in his side. Peter felt a touch of sympathy for the pathetic creatures, but then he reminded himself—they were dead!

The gate was open, and Ponytail sprawled on the ground. A hoof-sized hole gaped in his skull, and black flies crawled on his bloody hair. Next to him Tulip waited with a docile expression, looking like th

Paralyse and ultimately kill.

I think I have said enough of these horrible cases. There are hundreds of thousands of them, being so many of them finally makes the mind dulled, so that you almost cease to be shocked anymore. I did not imagine that such cruel people existed in the modern world. It would seem that only a rare, insane person like Jack the Ripper would act so.

There are special nightmares for the daytime sleeper: little nervous dreams tossed into some brief restless moments of unconsciousness and breaking through the surface of the mind to become confused at once with the horror of some waking vision. Such are these awakenings, like an awakening in the grave, when one opens one's eyes, stretched out rigid with clenched hands, waiting for some misery to declare itself; but for a long time it lies to suffocation upon the chest and utters no word.

How soon we cover up the horror of death and loss, if we can, with almost any sort of explanation, as if we had to justify the very fate which had maimed us.

I know that human life is horrible. I know that it is utterly unlike art. I have no religion except my own task of being. Conventional religions are dream stuff. Always a world of fear and horror lies but a millimetre away. Any man, even the greatest, can be broken in a moment and has no refuge. Any theory which denies this is a lie.

That this world is a place of horror must affect every serious artist and thinker, darkening his reflection, ruining his system, sometimes actually driving him mad. Any seriousness avoids this fact at its peril, and the great ones who have seemed to neglect it have only done so in appearance.

He had for many years now been spared the demons, though he was constantly aware of their continued presence. He could hear them, as it were, moving behind the wall. They belonged to him and would doubtless go with him to the grave. His mind too, like David's, ran irresistibly to the horror.

You understand nothing of—the horror—no wonder you can't write real books—you don't see—the horror—

Willy seemed like an inhabitant of some other dimension who could only tenuously communicate with the ordinary world. This would have troubled her less if she had not imagined his other dimension as a place of horror.

The dread enactment of the dream had turned into a waking horror.

And oh, when we still used to sleep together, lying awake at night and finding one's only consolation in imagining in detail how one would go downstairs and find a hatchet and smash one's partners head in and mash it into a bloody pudding on the pillow!

Arnold's 'joke' was too obscenely good not to be taken as a portent: it was the visible part of some huge invisible horror.

His mind raced through past horrors experienced first hand and from the accounts of others. He mentally flipped through a grim database which contained everything from vegan flatmates to psychotic pimps.

For the first time the specific and express thought came to him. And though he pushed it away in horror, he knew that, having once come, it would return. The thought was simply this: That he would ruin Eternity, if he had to. The worst of it was that he knew he had the power to do it.

It had happened with the sudden catastrophe of a dream – and with all the unreal horror of a dream.

Todo había ocurrido con la catastrófica rapidez de un sueño... y con el irreal horror de una pesadilla.

The senior lieutenant of the Dark Nebula stared in horror at the visiplate. 'Great Galloping Galaxies!

Y ejecutados los había por docenas de miles; tanta sangre habría de correr, que al año siguiente los campesinos aseguraban que las cebollas salían rojas y encontraban dientes humanos dentro de las patatas.

Lo más temible de la muerte era la idea de la eternidad. Muerto para siempre, qué horror