Quotes About Horror

I am coming to see that the sensation of the worst nightmares, a sensation that can be felt asleep or awake, is identical to those worst dreams' form itself: the sudden intra-dream realization that the nightmares' very essence and center has been with you all along, even awake: it's just been... overlooked; and then that horrific interval between realizing what you've overlooked and turning your head to look back at what's been right there all along, the whole time...

The nameless anxiety of the dream is indescribably horrid - the wide, Jeni, feels she simply must (wiper) must (wiper) must catch the husband's car in order to avert some kind of crisis so horrible it has no name.

All you can do is look at the evidence and listen to the bones. The bones don't always tell you the whole story, but when they do, the tale can be both horrifying and hypnotizing.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

I have supped full with horrors.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in't: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.

In the depths of horror and despair, one comes to a new steadiness. There is no farther to fall.

surely pain, suffering are as terrible in a worm's body as in the body of a giant, pain is "one" just as space is one, indivisible, wherever it appears, it is the same total horror.

Para acabar con las películas de terror El conde Drácula Así pasa el tiempo hasta que el alcalde, que ya no puede soportar la situación, abre de golpe la puerta del armario y grita: -¡Vamos, Drácula! Siempre pensé que usted era una persona sensata. ¡Déjese de locuras!

Para acabar con las películas de terror El conde Drácula Así pasa el tempo hasta que el alcalde, que ya no puede soportar la situación, abre de golpe la puerta del armario y grita: -¡Vamos, Drácula! Siempre pensé que usted era una persona sensata. ¡Déjese de locuras!

Suddenly, he heard a horrible sound and realized it was his own voice.

But once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of death forever in his mouth. The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father. The horror must be real. Why would God wish that upon Himself? Why not leave death to mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? -- Love. That was his answer.

De Niro was a hero of mine. And Sean Penn. But I've realized I can't operate at that level of intensity. That's okay for movies. On TV, when you live with horror day in and day out, you have to protect yourself.

In horror's wake, hope was a bountiful garden.

Emma was horrified and transfixed at the same time. She was watching Jonah Kinlock doing what he did best. There was a certain macabre beauty in watching form and function wedded together. In Jonah's case, a dance of beauty and death.

He saw the world more vividly than other people, and reacted to what he saw with laughter, horror, indignation, and sometimes sobs.

I'm blinder than before. I did see, I really did. I was terrified by the raw truth of a world whose greatest horror is that it is so alive that for me to admit that I am as alive as it is - and my most hideous discovery is that I am as alive as it is - I shall have to raise my consciousness of life outside to so high a point that it would amount to a crime against my personal life.

se eu gritasse acordaria milhares de seres gritantes que iniciariam pelos telhados um coro de gritos e horror. Se eu gritasse desencadearia a existência - a existência de quê? a existência do mundo. Com reverência eu temia a existência do mundo para mim.

Denuncio nossa fraqueza, denuncio o horror alucinante de morrer - e respondo a toda essa infâmia com - exatamente isto que vai agora ficar escrito - e respondo a toda essa infâmia com alegria. Puríssima e levíssima alegria. A minha única salvação é a alegria.

As for that morality of mine, the harsh glory of being alive is horror itself.

Hell's orgy is the apotheosis of the neutral. Black Sabbath joy is the joy of losing oneself in the atonal. What still frightened me was that even that very unpunishable horror would be benignly reabsorbed into the abyss of time, into the abyss of unending heights, into the profound abyss of God: absorbed into the core of an indifference. . . . an interested indifference, an attainable indifference. It was an extremely energetic indifference.

Clark Ashton Smith

Clark Ashton Smith