Quotes About Horror

The fear I felt was the same old fear; not of the appearance, but of the reason behind the appearance. It was not the mask I was afraid of, because in our century we are too inured by science fiction and too sure of science reality ever to be terrified of the supernatural again; but of what lay behind the mask. The eternal source of all fear, all horror, all real evil, man himself.

A whole world of horror is contained in the process of definition.

It is the very horror of the world that obliges us to learn to hope.

Mr. Wiggin injected a kind of horror-movie element into the Christmas miracle; to the rector, every Bible story was-if properly understood-threatening.

I must part with you for my whole life, she read, with horror. I must begin a new existence amongst strange faces and strange scenes. The truth of that closed the book for her, forever.

The cancer was pretty well-advanced, already storming her lymph nodes, and it resisted the radiation and the chemo like some kind of unstoppable beast in a low-grade horror film.

Corpses were wrapped in sheets, pushed into corners, left there sometimes for days, the horror of it sinking in deeper each hour, people too sick to cook for themselves, too sick to clean themselves, too sick to move the corpse off the bed, lying alive on the same bed with the corpse. The dead lay there for days, while the living lived with them, were horrified by them, and, perhaps most horribly, became accustomed to them.

He wasn't someone fighting for racial equality. He was the leader of a violent, Communist revolution that has nearly succeeded in all of its grisly horror.

The function of poetry is religious invocation of the muse; its use is the experience of mixed exaltation and horror that her presence excites.

For millennia there have been men who react with horror and disgust to women's independence, men who desire women yet hate them, and who take refuge in fantasies of purity and control. What would it be like to live with such a man as your husband? There are too many today who could answer that. But that is the mark of a good source myth; it is water so wide it can reach across centuries. I hope you enjoyed the swim.

Reality' would not only be boring without spirit; it would have no meaning whatsoever. No horror film can begin to capture the horror of such a vision: a world without spirit.

The yelp that came from Elis was one not normally heard outside of anyone who had gone through puberty. "What the…?" Austin laughed—right up until Burgess scurried onto him, making his way to Austin's shoulder. He then yanked on Austin's hair. Try as I might, I couldn't recall a time in my life when I'd seen someone look more horrified. Austin came closer to me, yelping as he did. "Get it off me!

Fantômas! The sound of that name evoked the worst horrors! Fantômas! This terrorist, this über-criminal who has never shrunk from any cruelty, any horror - Fantômas is evil personified! Fantômas! He stops at nothing!

Les malheurs n'inspirent jamais confiance, et l'horreur des grands massacres enlaidit jusqu'aux victimes.

In my most desperate moments, I have never conceived of anything more horrible than a law office.

Husbands in wheelbarrows, sons stoned and deprived of food, forced to labour amidst jeers and finally thrown into pits and buried alive because they were said to be sickening of the plague and might infect the community. The few who succeeded in escaping suddenly reappeared and added new and terrifying details to this picture of horror.

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe

Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubl'd thoughts, and from the bottom stirr The Hell within him, for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step no more then from himself can fly By

Horror and doubt distract his troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir the Hell within him; for within him Hell he brings, and round about him, nor from Hell one step, no more than from himself, can fly by change of place.

Horror y duda perturban sus confusos pensamientos y desde el fondo agitan el Infierno que su seno contiene, porque dentro de sí lleva el Infierno y a su entorno, y del Infierno no puede alejarse un solo paso, igualmente como tampoco puede de sí mismo huir aunque de lugar cambie.

First Moloch, horrid king besmeared with blood Of human sacrifice, and parents' tears, Though for the noise of drums and timbrels loud [395] Their children's cries unheard, that passed through fire

That thing looks like H. P. Lovecraft's panic attack.

They found no colonists, but they found parts of them. And a lot of blood.

would be an unholy agglomeration of parts, a monstrous creature that would have sent its spiritual godmother Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley far around the bend.