Quotes About Horror

And they lived horribly ever after, scaring the socks off all who fell afoul of them.

Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain.

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell. You can bear this warning voice to generations yet to come. I look upon war with horror.

A nightmare is a black dream because our soul wandered too far in sleep into a haunted place

Everyone knew immediately where we were. It was so insane—that moment of realization, Yes, this is an extermination camp.

We knew about the gas chambers. As soon as you arrived in Auschwitz, you knew about the gas chambers. How, I don't know. But we knew it. We saw that huge, black, smoky fire; we lived close by. We smelled the odor. You can never forget that.

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

Te ríes cuando deberías horrorizarte. Te enamoras de mí cuando más bien tendrías que esquivarme.

if he lost his way in a moment of collective hysteria, that's because the horrors of everyday life are sufficiently powerful to overwhelm all defenses, and human degeneracy is deeper than any abyss.

Ce n'est pas la première fois qu'un attentat secoue Tel-Aviv, et les secours sont menés au fur et à mesure avec une efficacité grandissante. Mais un attentat reste un attentat. A l'usure, on peut le gérer techniquement, pas humainement. L'émoi et l'effroi ne font pas bon ménage avec le sang froid. Lorsque l'horreur frappe, c'est toujours le coeur qu'elle vise le premier.

Turmoil and terror aren't compatible with sangfroid. When horror strikes, the heart is always its first target.

Ce n'est pas la première fois qu'un attentat secoue Tel-Aviv, et les secours sont menés au fur et à mesure avec une efficacité grandissante. Mais un attentat reste un attentat. À l'usure, on peut le gérer techniquement, pas humainement. L'émoi et l'effroi ne font pas bon ménage avec le sang-froid. Lorsque l'horreur frappe, c'est toujours le cÅ"ur qu'elle vise en premier.

It is only in staring horrors in the face and insisting on their systemic, not accidental, character that theory sustains radical commitments.

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It is not a look of horror, consternation, or even distress. More often than not, the last visage of a murdered man resembles that of a flustered schoolchild to whom the logic of a simple equation has just been revealed.

Imagine that. Vomiting until all that was left to sick up was your own blood!

Vampires, real vampires, didn't nibble on the necks of nubile young virgins. They tore people to pieces and sucked the blood out of the chunks.

A man. A dead man. A dead man with no arms.

Something coming back from the dead was almost always bad news. Movies taught me that. For every one Jesus you get a million zombies.

Fred said, "Man, I think he's gonna make a fuckin' suit of human skin, using the best parts from each of us." "Holy crap," said John. "He'll be gorgeous.

There is no word in the English language for the feeling someone gets when they suddenly realize they're standing next to an unholy monster impersonating a human. Monstralization, maybe?

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I am not the star of a zombie movie. I am the guy in the background who gets eaten in the first montage.

I want no part of this nonsense. This whole city is a butt that farts horror.