Quotes About Horror

There was no head. What the— "LOOK! SHIT!" Franky's head was making a run for

Another bite victim lay nearby, a young man writhing as if in a seizure. Eventually his legs kicked themselves free from the rest of his body. The limbs thumped along the floor on their own like two giant polyester snakes with shoes for heads. Right behind them was a loose head stuck to a single arm, furiously biting and clawing the carpet. I felt like we might not be in control of this situation any longer.

Close to it was an aquarium tank filled with a thick, yellowish substance that could have been slug slime and at the bottom was a wrinkled grayish mass that could have been a human brain or possibly a meat-loaf.

I flung the gun at another one of the monsters, missed, hit an elderly man in a wheelchair instead, toppling him over.

And you seen enough horror movies to know the black dude don't ever make it to the end." "We all appreciate your sacrifice, TJ." "Fuck you." He laughed. So did I.

When TJ and I got to the bottom, we found Hope staring terrified at Molly. The dog had something long and horrible and meaty in her jaws. It took me a moment to register that it was a very fresh-looking human spine. Damn, she was hungry.

There are really only two kinds of monsters in the world, which you already know if you've been watching horror movies: Breeders and Non-breeders.

We fixed him just by telling him that he wasn't crazy, that the horrors he was seeing were real. He seemed oddly comforted by that. He was a lawyer.

It's not history repeating itself in Gaza, it's horror repeating itself

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it's the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

De la alcoba salía un olor a carne quemada tan intenso que casi le hizo vomitar. Al pie de la cama había un cadáver que aún humeaba. De la mano que intentara empuñar a Zemal quedaba tan solo quedaban tan solo los huesos de dos dedos ; el resto eran cenizas.

This horror and all these useless gestures, this grotesque adventure is ours. We must live it. Death is absurd also.

The answer was regulation. But don't call it regulation, said Roosevelt. "If we call the method regulation, people will hold up their hands in horror and say 'UnAmerican' or 'dangerous.' But if we call the same process co-operation these same old fogeys will cry out 'well done.

Das einzige Mittel, dem Entsetzen zu entgehen, besteht darin, sich dem Entsetzen zu überlassen.

Il est né dans l'horreur, pensa-t-elle, et il ne craint pas de la regarder en face.

In his analysis of the sublime effect, Edmund Burke termed 'horror' the state of mind of a person whose participation in speech is threatened. The power which exceeds the capacity of interlocution resembles night.

This is a cycle, she thinks. Every day a fresh horror, and when it's over, this feeling of surreal detachment. A disbelief, almost, in what they just endured. The mind is magical. Human beings are magical.

none of them had chosen to marry Sebastián, or to take on the risks of his profession as their own. Only she had done that, and now her family had paid for her choice. The fears of her past and the horrors of her present are so mixed up they feel like the unmatching pieces of a rompecabezas, like she's trying to piece together things that were never meant to fit.

The sky is scrubbed fresh and stark blue by the gone rain, but every trace of that water has evaporated from the earth around them. It feels like a dream, all that rainfall. This is a cycle, she thinks. Every day a fresh horror, and when it's over, this feeling of surreal detachment. A disbelief, almost, in what they just endured. The mind is magical. Human beings are magical.

Every day a fresh horror, and when it's over, this feeling of surreal detachment. A disbelief, almost, in what they just endured. The mind is magical. Human beings are magical.

My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.

Stay quiet or the last sound you'll hear is your brain exiting through your eye sockets. It's sort of a bang/slurp sound. Trust me, you wouldn't like it.

So I'm going to do an H.P. Lovecraft and write that it was so horrible that it cannot be described, and leave it at that.

I sat in our bedroom reading a horror novel called Whose Heart is in My Popcorn? Characterization was a bit thin, but boy could that woman write dismemberments.