Quotes About Horror

I would like to see the technology used to explore more period horror genre works, for example, E. A. Poe.

Hormones, it seemed, we're making a much-delayed appearance in her life.Liv was horrified.

shot the kids, and I watched—Yeah, I watched. That's right, I watched, 'cause that son

unübersehbarer Schaden, schrecklich, entsetzlich, nie zu ersetzen'*

These poor people are being shipped off to filthiy slaughterhouses like a herd of sick and neglected cattle. But I'll say no more on the subject. My own thoughts give me nightmares!

teeth. It was her offering which Aivas was rejecting. 'Of course,' and she brightened, 'we could keep some around to study and learn from, couldn't we?' She saw the horror and disgust of some of her colleagues. 'No, I guess we couldn't. Ah, well, back to microscope. My 98th batch of trials today.

But that horror had brought out the strength in her, as it had in so many other women.

Have you ever seen a battlefield?" Monk asked him. "I have, once. I've never known such horror in my life, but Hester knew what to do. Forget your preconceptions, Rathbone; this will be reality.

Yes, it was. More horrible than I ever want to think of again. But looking away doesn't solve anything

A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.

You sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily. My horror that I can never reveal myself to mortals. But these things don't stop me, Mother. I'm too strong for them to stop me. As you said yourself once, I am very good at being what I am. These things merely now and then make me suffer, that's all

She had no idea, really, what it meant to see a man's arm ripped out by the root, to see a head torn off a neck. She had no idea. We human beings live perpetually insulated from the horrors that happen all around us. No matter what she'd suffered, she had not witnessed the vicious ugliness of that kind of death. No, it had to be unreal to her, even Laura who had endured so much.

But what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.

I clasped his face in both hands as I kissed him. You don't know how I need you, how I love you, how I always have, I whispered in his ear. Maybe he would find me more charming on account of what's befallen me - the unexpected horror I've seen, the inevitable pain I've endured. It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit.

what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.

Pure evil has no real place. And that means, doesn't it, that I have no place. Except, perhaps, in the art that repudiates evil—the vampire comics, the horror novels, the old gothic tales—or in the roaring chants of the rock stars who dramatize the battles against evil that each mortal fights within himself.

I picked up the corpse and dragged it down and down the winding steps of the tower, into the stinking dungeon, and threw it to rot with the rest there.

The horror was this: the others.

And I suppose I do believe, in the final analysis, that a peace of mind can be obtained in the face of the worst horrors and the worst losses. It can be obtained by faith in change and in will and in accident; and by faith in ourselves, that we will do the right thing, more often than not, in the face of adversity.

His mind was horrifyingly empty and still; and he felt the loneliness and the stillness of the rooms completely.

He wasn't a living thing. He was a monster. A vampire was what he was, a blood-sucking corpse from the grave gifted with intellect!

Maybe all of life has a mind,' she said, her eyes roving over the small room, over the empty tables. 'Maybe the flowers watch us. Maybe the trees think and hate us that we can walk. Or maybe, just maybe they don't care. The horror of Lasher is that he has begun to care!

Horror and moral terror can never be exonerated. They have no real value. Pure evil has no real place.

It was the horror of this world that a thousand evils were visited on those who were blameless and no one was ever punished, and side by side with the greatest promise was nothing but misery and want. Children mutilated to make a choir of seraphim, their song a cry to heaven that heaven did not hear.