Quotes About Horror

As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

I wants to make your flesh creep.

She watched his face as earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look there was a touch of dread or horror.

And yet there is not in France, with its rich variety of soil and climate, a blade, a leaf, a root, a sprig, a peppercorn, which will grow to maturity under conditions more certain than those that have produced this horror. Crush

There are cases where coffins have been dug up and they've found scratch marks on the lids inside, broken fingernails stuck in the wood, bloody handprints." I shudder,

It was a very familiar feeling for Rimmer - the horrible slow dawning, the internal denials, the frantic mental search for someone else to blame, the gradual acceptance that, once again, he'd done something so unspeakably asinine it would live with him for the rest of his days, lurking in the horror pit of his mind along with nine or ten other monstrous ineptitudes that screamed and railed there, never allowing him to forget them.

La novia no vio el esqueleto deforme flotar en la superficie del contenedor abierto. Huesos manchados de sangre. Unas fauces se contorsionaron hasta producir un grito ahogado. Ojos hundidos mirando, buscando. Los recuerdos y el terror lo hicieron flotar. La fuerza de voluntad lo hizo flotar. Tap tap tap. Como teclas de una máquina de escribir.

Zombie Sky. No: Zombies of the Eclipse. Zombies of the Occultation. Occult Zombies from the Planet Moon!

THE THING WAS AN EXPERT IN HORROR, BUT THIS HUMAN HORROR INDEED EXCEEDED ANY OTHER POSSIBLE FATE. NOT ONLY BECAUSE IT WAS WITHOUT MERCY, BUT BECAUSE IT WAS ACTED UPON RATIONALLY AND WITHOUT COMPULSION. IT WAS A CHOICE. THE KILLING WAS UNRELATED TO THE LARGE WAR, AND IT SERVED NO OTHER PURPOSE THEN EVIL. MEN CHOSE TO DO THIS TO OTHER MEN AND INVENTED REASONS AND PLACES AND MYTHS IN ORDER TO SATISFY THEIR DESIRE IN A LOGICAL AND METHODICAL WAY.

Raindrops thump my poncho like pebbles falling into a broken drum. Half asleep, my face pressed into my gear, I listen to the sounds of the horror that is everywhere, buried just beneath the surface of the earth. In my dreams of blood I make love to a skeleton. Bones click, the earth moves, my testicles explode.

Posso dire soltanto che vi sono enti così spaventosi che il solo vederli basta a raggelare il sangue. Ma chi mi comprenderà se ora affermo che ben più terrificante è la loro invisibile vicinanza?

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

If those hellish fiends are rising from the deep again I don't want her anywhere near them.' 'Alright.

Before your horror can be sweet. Or proper. Before your grief is other than discreet. The intellectual damn Will nurse your half-hurt. Quickly you are well. But weary. How you yawn, have yet to see Why nothing exhausts you like this sympathy

You horrify me. But at the same time, I horrify myself. We are horrible.

Atrocity has a horrible facility for begetting atrocity.

James Herbert

The dead body of Gardenia was crashing around the cabin, eyes rolling in its head and mouth grinning crazily.

towards them. The other two froze and did the same. Harris would never forget the horror he felt under the gaze of the three pairs of sharp, wicked-looking eyes. It wasn't

But cruel fate had not finished with us yet. My colleague's gasps and grunts from the rear ceased for a moment to be replaced by a horrified shriek. "The bloody thing's shitting, Jim! She's shitting everywhere!

Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on their knees. Her eyes on me to strike me down. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum turma circumdet: iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat. Ghoul! Chewer of corpses! No mother. Let me be and let me live.

Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured face. Her hoarse and loud breath ratting in horror, while all prayed on their knees.

We all know that the survivors of war rarely speak of their experience. We tell ourselves they do not want to relive the horror of the battlefield. I think the greater reason for their reticence lies in their charity, because they know that the average person cannot deal with the images of a straw village worked over by a Gatling gun or Zippo-tracks, or women and children

To her horror, Starstone realized she was suddenly alone with Vader, who immediately signaled his stormtroopers to leave her to him, and to devote themselves to slaughtering the few Wookiees who remained on the tier.