Quotes About Horror

It illuminated a vision Dante could not have imagined in his wildest nightmares, nor Poe in the grasp of an uncontrollable delirium.

Time passes. Horror does not. *

I sat on the bed. I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to make it look like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn't. It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that isn't the real horror. The horror is this: in the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness.

Meat movies... In which the horror rests with the idea of doing to humans what humans do each day to trees in their thousands. Yes, as a symbol... Close your eyes, Mrs. Cable. Close your eyes and shout 'timber'.

Like it or not, horror is part of our media, part of our culture, part of our life.

Do we immerse ourselves in fictional horror as a way of numbing our emotions to it's real-life counterpart ?

Una novela de amor- horror, que pone al desnudo el otro lado, a la vez sórdido y revelador, siniestro y desopilante, de esa comedia que los seres humanos llaman «pareja».

There are times, I don't know if they come to everyone, when I feel that the future is beyond my strength: too much horror to deal with and no help to turn to.

Bhartrihari has to confront the horror of human existence. We can never know everything and we can never be sure. All information is incomplete, and all readings distorted by personal prejudice. And yet we have to take decisions all the time and hope the results favour us.

Where is the fault? Is it believing that the people you love are immortal? Untouchable? No, everyone believes that. Only no one know it's what they believe- until it happens. Then comes the rage, the banging about the walls, crying what if, what if. Everyone is always so damned surprised, that is the horror of it.

I take great pride in not being that girl in the horror movies who knows a serial killer is axing people out in the woods and so decides that a nature walk is a brilliant idea. I'm the lock-myself-in-the-basement-with-a-shotgun-and-some-napalm sort of woman.

One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.

You meet all kinds of people that help put life in perspective and turn the horror into some kind of lesson or avenue of awakening that lives with you all your days.

Life is a hideous thing.

There's nothing that defines who you are more than boundaries, whether you cross them or not, in every aspect of your life, and horror is a really great boundary.

Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

Please let me faint right now, because if I faint I will no longer be here, in this moment. It will be like in movies when a girl passes out from the horror of it all and the fighting happens while she is asleep and she wakes up in a hospital bed with a bruise or two, but she's missed all the bad stuff. I wish that was my life instead of this.

I feel faint. I actually feel faint. Please let me faint right now, because if I faint I will no longer be here, in this moment. It will be like in movies when a girl passes out from the horror of it all and the fighting happens while she is asleep and she wakes up in a hospital bed with a bruise or two, but she's missed all the bad stuff. I wish that was my life instead of this.

The history of the 1918 influenza pandemic is depressing reading. It's like watching a horror movie that you have seen before. You know who the killer is, but you can't jump in and save the victim.

Horror gives men peace of mind," I told him. Kassler shuddered, and his smugness dissipated rapidly. "Some men," he said weakly. "Most men . . . and women . . . and children. It makes you all right with the world. You come together to kill your enemies and your love for one another deepens and—at least until you become the victim—you're comrades in arms. Your hatred for one another is purged through the suffering of one enemy.

All of this took about a minute, but time stretches out when you're witnessing an abomination.

At times, feeling the wind on my brow, I went numb with horror. In my imagination I saw armies of ants and cockroaches calling to one another and scurrying toward my head, to some place under the top of my skull, where they would build new nests. There they would proliferate and eat out my thoughts, one after another, until I would become as empty as the shell of a pumpkin from which all the fruit has been scraped out.

The cries continued. It is not men, they could not cry so terribly. Wounded horses, says Kat. It's unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.

Trommelfeuer, Sperrfeuer, Gardinenfeuer, Minen, Gas, Tanks, Maschinengewehre, Handgranaten - Worte, Worte aber sie umfassen das Grauen der Welt.