Quotes About Horror

His dark-green eyes made me think of Merrick's, and for one moment I felt such a desire for her, such a horror of what I'd done, that I couldn't speak.

Such vows . . . strike one with a sort of horror at what happened afterwards.

I'll lose all my funding and I'll have to close the lab and drive a taxi for a living." "Heaven forbid!" Uncle Theron said in real horror, and Bunny said, "You're going to make me drop out of school and get a job, aren't you. You're going to make me go to work serving raw bloody sirloins in some steakhouse." Kate wondered why they were both contemplating careers they were so unsuited for.

Stephen watched the packets of lives with their memories and loves go spinning and vomiting into the ground. Death had no meaning, but still the numbers of them went on and on and in that new infinity there was still horror.

Good Lord, who spread the Daimon fertilizer around? They're cropping up like a bad horror flick. (Tabitha)

Val- I'm on Bourbon– (Acheron) I will not venture down that street of crass iniquities and plebeian horror, Acheron. It is the cesspit of humanity. (Valerius)

The man doesn't want me messing with it and, no offense, I wouldn't anger him. I've seen what he can do and it's the stuff horror movies are made of. Body part flailing, blood. Lots of blood and torture. (Berith)

He scares the shit out of me, and I used to work for people who made Freddie Krueger look like Mr. Rogers. (Carlos)

Val, I'm on Bourbon—" "I will not venture down that street of crass iniquities and plebeian horror, Acheron. It is the cesspit of humanity. Don"t even ask it." Ash rolled his eyes at the Roman"s arrogant tone. "I need you in the swamp." Silence answered him. We have a situation. "Where do you need me?

Um, Galen . . . This one is leaking.Styxx Galen laughed. Danae cried out in horror. am so sorry, Highness! I-- Bah, Galen scoffed, interrupting her. Not the worst that boy's had on him, is it, young prince? Definitely not. But . . . He passed Elpis back to Galen. I fear I have no experience with this realm of domesticity. I've never even seen a pana, never mind tried to apply one to such a small person.

Oh yeah, this was bad. The kind of bad they made horror movies out of. In fact, he'd rather be naked in a zombie flick with no ammo or shelter, coated in brain matter and wearing a sign that said COME GET ME, than face what they were going to have to face now.' "Honey, let me give you a quick lesson. Just 'cause someone's a few centuries old and fanged, doesn't make them a Dark-Hunter." – Sundown

And in the horror of his realization over Simone was the knowledge that he'd never really loved Satara. He'd wanted to know love so badly that he'd contorted the concept of it to fit a relationship that it had no part in. This time love had come up behind him and clubbed him on the head when he hadn't been expecting it.

Long live the new flesh.

You can't be more horrific than life itself.

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.

In a life where waking hours are draped in the costume of horrid nightmare, where reality has suddenly become questionable, it's easy to be scared by dreams.

The world is full of horror. Our imaginations struggle to keep up. It would be a poor life without imagining. I'm not sure we can have any salvation, in fact, without imagining.

We don't need fantasy to mess with our minds to the point of rendering us insane - real life horrors do that already.

Horror is a reaction; it's not a genre. Somebody's life would have to be in danger for it [story] to be a horror story.

I think that some of these plays are lost in this new horror called development, which is a place for dramaturgs to say "let me tell you what your play means," and the life gets sucked out of a play.

He shook my dozing soul and threw the cold water of reality in my face, so that life and God and heaven and hell broke into my world with glory and horror. (on CS Lewis)

Working with Dario [Argento] was a lot of fun. He's a larger-than-life character, and with an Italian accent.

Zombies have no memories of their former life. You wont see the undead trying to wash windows or do your taxes. All they know how to do is swarm and feed.

Evanlyn opened her mouth to scream. But the horror of the moment froze the sound in her throat and she crouched, openmouthed, as death approached her. It was odd, she thought, that they had dragged her here, left her overnight and then decided to kill her. It seem such a pointless way to die.