Quotes About Horror

Even so, step by step the daylight decreases, and the cicerone's droning voice grows hollower as the traveler descends into the Catacombs. The comparison holds good! Who shall say which is more ghastly, the sight of the bleached skulls or of dried-up human hearts?

the truth can be both horrible and lovely at the same time.

Every drop of ink in my pen ran cold.

creyó sentir algo como respiración tras ella. Volvióse, y vió a los cuatro idiotas, con los hombros pegados uno a otro, mirando estupefactos la operación. Rojo… rojo…

The horror of immolating another wakes up the child, the dreaming angel, the slumbering god, and casts him into the hell that most men call their lives. Only a poet is forever a child.

They waited as in Kielce, Poland, where Peltz's father had run a hospital, returning Jews were hacked with axes in the streets while policemen watched.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

We've forgotten that we were once prey, not predator -- forgotten the intense terror, the claustrophobic horror .../ ... The ALIENATION ...

Horror is what happens when evil overtakes the heart

The head had been impaled on a railing outside the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand in the early hours of a cold November morning. There was a fine dusting of frost on the corpse's hair and eyelids which gave it a festive touch.

A plantation was a plantation; one might think one's misfortunes distinct, but the true horror lay in their universality.

If you had been there, you would have beshit yourself, believe me.

The entire range of human experience is present in a church choir, including, but not restricted to jealousy, revenge, horror, pride, incompetence (the tenors have never been on the right note in the entire history of church choirs, and the basses have never been on the right page), wrath, lust and existential despair.

Man watches his history on the screen with apathy and an occasional passing flicker of horror or indignation.

As a kid, I liked the 'Halloween' movies and 'Nightmare On Elm Street' and all that kind of stuff. But as an adult, I really don't watch much horror, to be honest.

One of them hasn't got a uniform on or plainclothes either like the rest. He has on the white coat that is my nightmare and my horror. And in the crotch of one arm he is upending two long poles intertwined with canvas. The long-drawn-out death within life. The burial-alive of the mind, covering it over with fresh graveyard earth each time it tries to struggle through to the light. In this kind of death you never finish dying. ("New York Blues")

Adventure and anguish, horror and heaven were just around the corner, and we did not know.

Playful footsteps, a child's footsteps dance over mud and mire. What seems a horror to eyes of age, brings joy to a child's fire.

I will return," the voice hissed in Viktor's ear. "I will return and show you the truth and you will be blinded by it. I will show you such horror and fear that you will be burned by its beauty and its clarity.

You are the breath of God. You are the way God is aware of God in the immediacy of your life. You are the way God feeds the hungry, clothes the naked, frees the wrongly imprisoned. You are the way God brings justice, mercy, and humility to life. But because you want to be more, you end up being less: the way God brings horror, hate, and holocaust to every corner of the globe.

Horror is the law of the world of living creatures, and civilization is concerned with masking that truth. Literature and art refine and beautify, and if they were to depict reality naked, just as everyone suspects it is (although we defend ourselves against that knowledge), no one would be able to stand it.

War is horrible," I said, trying to damp her down. "If you had lived through the war you wouldn't think it glorious. War is just agony. It's living under a dark cloud all the time and wondering if someone you love has been killed.

The hills had looked friendly in the sunshine, but in this wild weather their aspect had changed. They were not so much unfriendly as indifferent – old, grim and enigmatical. They made one feel that human life was a precarious thing. They made one feel helpless and ephemeral as a butterfly. It was a horrible feeling

You two are suggesting that something supernatural is going on here, but this isn't a horror movie. In real life there are always logical explanations.