Quotes About Horror

To learn what we fear is to learn who we are. Horror defines our boundaries and illuminates our souls.

It is a mistake to seek in fantasies the key to concrete behaviour; for fantasies are created and cherished as fantasies. The little girl who dreams of violation with mingled horror and acquiescence does not really wish to be violated and if such a thing should happen it would be a hateful calamity.

Affiiction makes God appear to be absent for a time, more absent than a dead man, more absent than light in the utter darkness of a cell. A kind of horror submerges the whole soul. During this absence there is nothing to love. What is terrible is that if, in this darkness where there is nothing to love, the soul ceases to love, God's absence becomes final.

I must love being nothing. How horrible it would be if I were something! I must love my nothingness, love being a nothingness. I must love with that part of the soul which is on the other side of the curtain, for the part of the soul which is perceptible to consciousness cannot love nothingness. It has a horror of it. Though it may think it loves nothingness, what it really loves is something other than nothingness.

The irreducible character of suffering which makes it impossible for us not to have a horror of it at the moment when we are undergoing it is destined to bring the will to a standstill, just as absurdity brings the intelligence to a standstill, and absence love, so that man, having come to the end of his human faculties, may stretch out his arms, stop, look up and wait.

There is a mystery about this which stimulates the imagination; where there is no imagination there is no horror.

I need good coffee! I say in horror. It's my only luxury! I can't live with my parents and drink bad coffee. It's not humanly possible. Becky talking about cutting back with her parents.

Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.

so much fascinates my eyes, but you ... I shudder at the sight.

To the depths of terror, too dark to hear, to see.

Dark, horror of darkness my darkness, drowning, swirling around me crashing wave on wave—unspeakable, irresistible headwind, fatal harbor!

you are about to see a sight, a horror even his mortal enemy would pity.

Life disappoints. Everybody knows that. But must it horrify?

Horror is a feeling that cannot last long; human nature is incapable of supporting it. Sadness, whether it be from bereavement, or disappointment, or misfortune of any kind may linger on through life

I would say that since I was nine years old I've always wanted to write and direct horror movies and action movies. There's never been a time in my life where that wasn't all I wanted to do.

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

Alone.Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

As for me horror is the genre which makes my life more interesting, mysteries my life to be something like a riddle which people go and hard go outside...But the music build my personality!

Reality—there's nothing but horror in that.

The things which give joy to you may also give you horror!

Don't burn the corpse!Zombies don't like fire!

Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?

Hence, loathed Melancholy,Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,In Stygian cave forlorn,'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

When you were out in the bush and someone screamed, it was easy to tell the difference between someone who was scared and someone who'd been hit bad. There's both pain and terror in the scream when someone gets hit. Suddenly I heard someone screaming that way, and, God, it sounded so fucking horrible, and I couldn't figure out who it was. Then, and instant later, my mind caught up with my body, and I realized the scream was coming from me.