Quotes About Horror

She actually said with an emotion that she seldom let appear, Let me come with you, and he laughed. He meant yes or no - either perhaps. But it was not his meaning - it was the odd chuckle he gave, as if he had said, Throw yourself over the cliff if you like, I don't care. He turned on her cheek the heat of love, its horror, its cruelty, its unscrupulosity. It scorched her...

A solidão faz homens de talento ou idiotas. [...] A solidão domina os ânimos simplices, complica-os, enche-os de horror sagrado.

On such sunny, sad mornings I always feel in my bones that there is a chance yet of my not being excluded from Heaven, and that salvation may be granted to me despite the frozen mud and horror in my heart.

I am here through an error—not in this prison, specifically—but in this whole terrible, striped world; a world which seems not a bad example of amateur craftsmanship, but is in reality calamity, horror, madness, error—and look, the curio slays the tourist, the gigantic carved bear brings its wooden mallet down upon me.

Oh, con qué lentitud corren las pesadillas!

I have but followed nature. I am nature's faithful hound. Why then this horror that I cannot shake off?

I was laughing happily, and the atrocious, unbelievable, unbearable, and, I suspect, eternal horror that I know now was still but a dot of blackness in the blue of my bliss (...)

I should have known (by the signs made to me by something in Lolita -- the real child Lolita or some haggard angel behind her back) that nothing but pain and horror would result form the expected rapture. Oh, winged gentleman of the jury!

Horror Hotel, as wraith called Shade's house. "Vampires, demons, and werewolves check in... and then they make out, and-

Hell's bells, he'd been cast in a cheesy horror movie.

Todos esos monstruos. Todas esas formas horribles de matar gente. Tantas criaturas espeluznantes que andan sueltas por ahí... -Se estremeció-. Todos nacemos y crecemos rodeados de monstruos. forman parte de nuestro mundo, así que al final nos hacemos a la idea de que están ahí, y de que podremos evitarlos con un poco de suerte. Pero en tu libro salen muchos mas. Es como volver a descubrir que vives en un mundo brutal cuando ya creías que lo habías asumido.

Sempre hi ha alguna cosa bonica i fascinant en l'horror més pur.

And, for the first few months after her surgeries, Holly had felt, horribly, as if she'd been turned into a machine, an unkillable robot. She had terrible dreams in which she was searching for her body parts on shelves lined with thousands of other body parts, floating in thousands of jars. In the dreams, Holly was convinced that her soul had been located in one of those body parts, and now her soul was trapped for eternity in formaldehyde and glass.

Being a mother was like being trapped in the first fifteen minutes of a horror film. Everything was fine, lovely. But there was this persistent sense of dread.

It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.

I think that my vampires in general were influenced by my being allowed to watch the Hammer vampire films. Vampire Circus, also shown as Circus of Fear, was one of those movies.

I cannot say how strongly I object to people using other people's writing as research. Research is non-fiction, especially for horror, fantasy, science fiction. Do not take your research from other people's fiction. Just don't.

even upon the shore, where their fellows might behold this horrible spectacle from the sea.

that the unfortunate Europeans had not merely been killed but devoured as their shipmates looked on helplessly.

He worked quickly—too quickly, as he would later discover to his horror

At its extreme, the Trust Survival Style develops when a person grows up in an atmosphere of abuse and horror. Children who witness or experience abuse are helpless and powerless. The horror they witness may involve family violence, such as observing father beating up mother, or witnessing violence in the community, as in ghetto situations.

If it is true that a man marries, for preference, his opposite (the "law of life"), that is because we have an instinctive horror of being tied to someone who displays the same defects and idiosyncrasies as ourselves. The reason is obviously that defects and idiosyncrasies, discovered in someone near to us, rob us of the illusion-which we formerly fostered-that in ourselves they would be eccentricities, excusable because of their originality.

In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

France is not poetic she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic.