Quotes About Horror

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

White... is death. It's hospitals. It's my terrible nurses. White is absolute horror. It is just the worst.

Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

I think that horror fiction is one of the ways to approach these problems of death.

Stephen King, Pet Sematary

The monster nevers dies.

Kill you all!" The clown was laughing and screaming. "Try to stop me and I'll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can't stop me!

The immensity of your isolation is horrifying

Poetry of World War I, at least in its lyrical mode, was itself the last flowering of the Age of Innocence that preceded the war, that the horrors of the trenches sparked the final blossoming, as friction gives rise to fire; that the daily nightmare unfolding before the soldiers sharpened their sense of beauty, prophecy, and mission.

Luca saw her bloodstained hands as the clerk bound them with a rope, and Luca realized that she was a thing of horror, a beautiful thing of horror, the worst thing between heaven and hell: a fallen angel.

Meanwhile the other monsters were busy. The winged horse was rearing and stomping; the rabbits were gnawing into legs; the double-headed eagle was plucking eyeballs neatly from their sockets and swallowing them whole, the satyr was— Dor stared for a moment in amazement, then forced his gaze away. He had never imagined killing men that way.

My girlfriend was Archeanassa from Kolophon and her wrinkles are scars of a sour love. Pain, horror. On her first voyage she loved a graceful young man, and passed through fire.

That chap looks as if he ate a girl's kidney last night.

Hier, vorübergehend fern von Flüchen und von Schlägen, haben wir die Möglichkeit, wieder zu uns selbst zu finden und nachzudenken, und da wird uns klar, dass wir nie zurückkehren werden. (...) Wir werden nicht zurückkehren. Von hier darf keiner fort, denn er könnte mit dem ins Fleisch geprägten Mal auch die böse Kunde in die Welt tragen, was in Auschwitz Menschen aus Menschen zu machen gewagt haben.

She wasn't wearing a mask! The monstrous green face was her face. She wasn't wearing a monster costume. None of the Horrors were wearing costumes, I realized. I stepped back, raising my hands in horror as if trying to shield myself.

All those decaying zombies eating people and tearing out their guts." She laughed. "Cool!

to see the drooling, pink mouth open

I gabbed Ivy's arm. Look. Ivy. Something just moved - by that tombstone. We both stared into the gray light. Oh, noooo, I moaned. I watched, trembling in horror as someone climbed out of a grave.

They had me on my back. And then they all swarmed at once. Bony hands pawed at me. The grunts and groans rang in my ears. I screamed as their sharp fingers punctured my chest - and ripped it open. I kept screaming as they lowered their ugly heads and began to feed.

The scarecrow walks at midnight," he uttered in a low voice.

Faster, Jerry!" Dr. Shreek instructed, screaming at the top of his lungs. "Faster! The hands are alive! Alive!" "I can't do it!" I cried. "Please!" "Faster! Faster!

And in the corner … piled up in the corner, I saw animal heads. Even in the dim light, I could see them so clearly. Piled on top of each other. Rabbit heads, squirrel heads, a couple of raccoon heads, eyes staring blankly, glassily at me. "NOOOO!" I screamed without realizing it. What kind of creature lives here? What kind of beast builds its own hut and keeps dead animals inside it?

Don't you agree?

Yes, that's the laptop I use to write all the Goosebumps books. I know it looks strange. That's because someone's lap is still attached. Don't touch it. I think it's contagious.