Quotes About Horror

Riusciremo, prima o poi, a portar via Achille da quella micidiale guerra. E non saranno la paura né l'orrore a riportarlo a casa. Sarà una qualche, diversa, bellezza, più accecante della sua, e infinitamente più mite. (Postilla di Omero, Iliade)

per capire cosa vuol dire che la verità si concede solo all'orrore, e che per raggiungerla abbiamo dovuto passare da questo inferno, per vederla abbiamo dovuto distruggerci l'un l'altro, per averla abbiamo dovuto diventare belve feroci, per stanarla abbiamo dovuto spezzarci di dolore. E per essere veri abbiamo dovuto morire. Perché? Perché le cose diventano vere solo nella morsa della disperazione?

Estás a punto de desvanecerte, y entonces yo me digo tienes que pensar en algo, tienes que mantenerte aferrada a un pensamiento, si consigo hacerme pequeña en ese pensamiento después todo pasará, sólo hay que resistir, pero lo cierto es que…, eso es de verdad el horror…, lo cierto es que ya no hay pensamientos, en ninguna parte en tu interior, ya no queda ni un pensamiento sino sólo sensaciones.

She had been seized with a sudden existential horror. The house had white carpets and white furniture and, most significantly, no books.

The obscene laws that constitute apartheid are not crazed edicts issued by a dictator, nor the whims of a megalomanic monster, nor the one-man decisions of a fanatical ideologue. They are the result of polite caucus discussions by hundreds of delegates in sober suits, after full debate in party congresses. They are passed after three solemn readings in a parliament that opens every day's proceedings with a prayer to Jesus Christ. There is a special horror in that fact.

Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one's surprise - in an entirely different world.

Shattered by the cumulative effect of so much horror and death, Joan was again afflicted by a crisis of faith. How could a good and benevolent God let such a thing happen? How could He so terribly afflict even children and babies, who were not guilty of any sin?

Nothing goes so well with a hot fire and buttered crumpets as a wet day without and a good dose of comfortable horrors within. The heavier the lashing of the rain and the ghastlier the details, the better the flavour seems to be.

Skinless creatures swayed in death throes from thick, silver hooks. Beneath them, on the turquoise mosaic floor, rows of buckets overflowed with clotting blood.

Horror is not a genre, it is an emotion. It is a progressive form of fiction, one that evolves to meet the fears and anxieties of its times.

The problem is that horror is not a genre, it is an emotion. Horror is not a kind of fiction. It's a progressive form of fiction that continually evolves to meet the fears and anxieties of its times.

The Monster's crimes were so horrific that a mere man could not possibly have committed them. Satan, in the end, had to be invoked.

Eeeeeeeeekkkkkkkk!

Between his legs were hanging down his entrails; His heart was visible, and the dismal sack that maketh excrement of what is eaten.

Not a fan of spiders. I saw the movie 'Arachnophobia' which was single-handedly rated in the top three worst choices of my life.

Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life.

The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from everyday life.

The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

I've always wanted to do a horror movie, and I grew up watching a lot of horror. I now, recently in life, don't have the stomach for it because I spend so much time in it.

Sometimes it only takes a split second for a state of absolute calm to turn to one of horror and panic

Arson in 2-6, home invasion in 2-10, cocaine trafficking in 5-7: Pick a courtroom—any courtroom—and you'd be sure to be horrified.

to all of you, can you read my thoughts?" (...) "Dont look at me" miss coral said, with the genteel horror of the countless visiting abattori. "i cant even read my own

The horror of the Pit lay in the emergence from it, with the return of her will, her caring, and her feeling of the need for meaning before the return of meaning itself.

I guess since he keeps on kissing me I'm not a total failure at it; he's never pulled away in horror or gagged or anything. But then, aren't guys so perpetually sex-starved that making out with a slab of tuna would still be better than getting no action at all?