Quotes About Horror

Mr. Faulkner, of course, is interested in making your mind rather than your flesh creep.

Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

Any of the kneeling girls who fell over was taken away to be gassed,

1942. All the victims were naked. The German engineer Hermann Graebe recalled one moment particularly. "I still clearly remember a dark-haired, slim girl who pointed to herself as she passed close to me and said, 'Twenty-three.

One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocent self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts.

O campo de trabalho é um mundo prático. Vergonha e horror são luxos a que ninguém se pode dar. Age-se com preserverante indiferença, talvez com desalentada satisfação. Não tem nada a ver com o prazer da desgraça alheia. Acredito que quanto menor é o acanhamento perante os mortos, maior é o apego à vida. Mais nos deixamos embarcar em qualquer ilusão.

The living corpse went to the jars and began a hair-raising activity. Skillfully removing the spring-loaded cap from one and plunging its hand in, it extracted the dripping entrails, ripped open its sealed wound, and lovingly pushed inwards, shoving its intestines back into their rightful place.

A shock will do it, he said, or strong emotion, strong emotion of any sort. It can be horror. Or disgust. But, then again, it doesn't have to be. Sometimes, he said, people die laughing.

The dark membrane contained also a dark fire of such horror that I was unable to perceive it properly. The horror buffeted the dark membrane with a massive impact of sounds and storms and sharp stones great and small.2 Whenever the noise arose it set in motion the layer of bright fire, winds and air, thus causing bolts of lightning to presage the sounds of thunder; for the fiery energy senses the first agitations of the thunder within it.

Una mujer embarazada es una cosa horrible. Un niño recién nacido es repugnante. Un lecho de muerte rara vez produce una impresión tan abominable como un nacimiento, esa atroz sinfonía de chillidos, porquería y sangre

The curse is broken. The king is returned." He's every bit as terrifying as any serpent. I don't care. I run into his arms. Cardan's fingers dig into my back. He's trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.

This is the part in the movie where that guy says, "Zombies? What zombies?" just before they eat his brains. I don't want to be that guy.

Let's start with a love story. Or maybe it's another horror story. It seems like the difference is mostly in where the ending comes.

I like him, he thought in horror... shit. I like him.

She shrieked and shrieked for her mother, but her mother was already there. Her mother was the monster.

Her screams spiraled up into the night air

Gazing at her for a long moment with something like horror, as though he was seeing her for the first time, he spoke. "You are more dangerous than daybreak.

The book turned out to be one she'd read before, where zombies chased around a brother-and-sister reporting team.

She had shrieked and shrieked for her mother, but her mother was already there. Her mother was the monster.

My wounded hand flies to cover my mouth in horror at the curse, as though to stop the scream, but I don't scream. I haven't screamed this whole time, and I am not going to start now, when there's nothing more to scream about.

Gazing at her for a long moment with something like horror, as though he was seeing her for the first time, he spoke. "You are more dangerous than daybreak." Before Tana could reply, he stepped into the lengthening shadows of morning and was gone.

There are those among the Folk so hideous that all living things shrink back in horror. And yet others have a grotesquerie so exaggerated, so voluptuous, that it comes all the way around to beauty

Some things seem too terrible to seem possible. Soon he may learn the worst thing he can imagine is only the beginning of what they are willing to do to him.

every night for seven months and seven days, he must bring her a cube of fresh human flesh. He may cut it from himself or from another, whichever he prefers.