Quotes About Horror

There is nothing more frightful than imagination without taste.

Y así continúo corriendo tras esta vaga sombra, hasta que me conduce al borde del abismo, donde me detengo con espanto.

Wes Craven is obviously a horror film icon so I was definitely very interested in bringing something back to life that Wes had created.

The dark side of life, and the horror of it, belonged to a world that lay remote from his own select little atmosphere of books and dreamings.

It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.

The horror no less than the charm of real life consists precisely in the recurrent actualization of the inconceivable

The original Return of the Living Dead, I was attached to direct it, and I wrote the story. Production was delayed. In the meantime I went to London to do Lifeforce.

Take an old man's word; there's nothing worse than a muddle in all the world. It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror - on the things that I might have avoided. We can help one another but little. I used to think I could teach young people the whole of life, but I know better now, and all my teaching of George has come down to this: beware of muddle.

To the non-combatants and those on the periphery of action, the war meant only boredom or occasional excitement, but to those who entered the meat grinder itself the war was a netherworld of horror from which escape seemed less and less likely as casualties mounted and the fighting dragged on and on. Time had no meaning, life had no meaning. The fierce struggle for survival in the abyss of Peleliu had eroded the veneer of civilization and made savages of us all.

Be silent!" shrieked the beldame. "I won't!" said Cap. "Because you see, if we are in for the horrible, I can beat you hollow at that!

With his head on the fender and all his limbs relaxed, he felt almost as safe as he felt once when his mother killed a ghost in the passage by carrying him through it in her arms. There was no ghost now; he was frightened at reality; he was frightened at the splendors and horrors of the world.

At once he was horrified too; saw that the idea was monstrous; abused

He was accustomed to sheep, but had never happened to meet them in a wood before, and disliked it. He retired, slowly at first, then fast; and the flock, in a dense mass, pressed after him. His terror increased. He turned and screamed at their long white faces; and still they came on, all stuck together, like some horrible jell—

As a prisoner looks up and sees stars beckoning, so she, from the turmoil and horror of those days, caught glimpses of the diviner wheels.

Horresco referens.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

And much of Madness, and more of Sin,And Horror the soul of the plot.

Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.

GENNARO Paise distrutte, creature sperze, fucilazione… E quanta muorte… 'E lloro e 'e nuoste… E quante n'aggio viste… (Atterrito dalla visione che gli ritorna alla memoria più viva con tutti i suoi particolari) 'E muorte so' tutte eguale…»

I think you're failing to focus on the big picture." "It's only when one focuses on the small picture," James said, "that the full horror of this scheme becomes apparent.

Stop for a moment and contemplate in horror the endless list of attachments that you have become a prisoner to. Think of concrete things and persons, not abstractions. Once your attachment had you in its grip, you began to strive with every waking minute of your life to rearrange the world around you so that you could attain and maintain the objects of your attachment.

A demonic horde. Upended sacks of beans. A hundred broken rosaries. There are a thousand metaphors and all of them are inadequate: forty bombs per aircraft, four hundred and eighty altogether, seventy-two thousand pounds of explosives.

Bastian speaks to a horror of any sort of corruption, and yet, Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn't life a kind of corruption?

He sees enough in three weeks to provide ten lifetimes of nightmares.