Horror Quotes


Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.

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.

From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

The Gunslinger

Stephen King

The Gunslinger

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there...

Read. Read. Read. Just don't read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different style.

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Frankenstein

Mary Shelley

Frankenstein
Dead    Frankenstein    Horror    Killer    Mary shelley    Monster    Person

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

The 5th Wave

Rick Yancey

The 5th Wave

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.

Blood    Equality    Horror    Reading

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.

Frankenstein

Mary Shelley

Frankenstein

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

The 5th Wave

Rick Yancey

The 5th Wave

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

I have seen the dark universe yawning
Where the black planets roll without aim,
Where they roll in their horror unheeded,
Without knowledge, or lustre, or name.

Nemesis

H.P. Lovecraft

A number of years ago, when I was a freshly-appointed instructor, I met, for the first time, a certain eminent historian of science. At the time I could only regard him with tolerant condescension.
I was sorry of the man who, it seemed to me, was forced to hover about the edges of science. He was compelled to shiver endlessly in the outskirts, getting only feeble warmth from the distant sun of science- in-progress; while I, just beginning my research, was bathed in the heady liquid heat up at the very center of the glow.
In a lifetime of being wrong at many a point, I was never more wrong. It was I, not he, who was wandering in the periphery. It was he, not I, who lived in the blaze.
I had fallen victim to the fallacy of the 'growing edge;' the belief that only the very frontier of scientific advance counted; that everything that had been left behind by that advance was faded and dead.
But is that true? Because a tree in spring buds and comes greenly into leaf, are those leaves therefore the tree? If the newborn twigs and their leaves were all that existed, they would form a vague halo of green suspended in mid-air, but surely that is not the tree. The leaves, by themselves, are no more than trivial fluttering decoration. It is the trunk and limbs that give the tree its grandeur and the leaves themselves their meaning.
There is not a discovery in science, however revolutionary, however sparkling with insight, that does not arise out of what went before. 'If I have seen further than other men,' said
Isaac Newton
, 'it is because I have stood on the shoulders of giants.

Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

It

Stephen King

It
Clown    Eddie    Fear    Grownups    Horror    It    Monster    Pennywise    Stephen king

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.

The Call of Cthulhu

H.P. Lovecraft

The Call of Cthulhu
Cthulhu    Evil    H p lovecraft    Horror    Weird

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.

I do not love men: I love what devours them.

Horror    Life    Mankind    Writers

Though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil, for I am the evilest motherfucker in the valley

Alex    Garland    Horror    The beach

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

Anxiety    Dreams    Fear    Horror    Memories    Nightmares

I think that God that we have created and allowed to shape our culture through, essentially Christian theology is a pretty villainous creature. I think that one of the things that male patriarchal figure has done is, allowed under it's, his church, his wing, all kinds of corruptions and villainies to grow and fester. In the name of that God terrible wars have been waged, in the name of that God terrible sexism has been allowed to spread. There are children being born all across this world that don't have enough food to eat because that God, at least his church, tells the mothers and fathers that they must procreate at all costs, and to prevent procreation with a condom is in contravention with his laws. Now, I don't believe that God exists. I think that God is creation of men, by men, and for men. What has happened over the many centuries now, the better part of two thousand in fact, is that that God has been slowly and steadily accruing power. His church has been accruing power, and the men who run that church, and they are all men, are not about to give it up. If they give it up, they give up luxury, they give up comfort.

Absurdity    Atheism    Atheist    Atrocity    Christian theology    Church    Comfort    Corruption    Crime    Horror    Luxury    Power    Sexism    Terrible    Theology    Villainous

Blood is really warm,
it's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.

Blood    Haiku    Horror    Humor    Zombies

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

You are so... 11:59

The Secret Hour

Scott Westerfeld

The Secret Hour

Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950’s. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.

Psycho

Robert Bloch

Psycho

I’ll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears. The spirits of the dead have nothing on it. The dead one tried to show me hell, but it was a pale imitation of the horror I can paint on the darkness in a quiet moment.

Fear    Horror    Silence

Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?

There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.

Breeze    Caress    Emptiness    Empty    Exist    Fire    Horror    People    Rain    Right    Senses    Wisdom    Wrong

Here is a list of terrible things,
The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings
The rabid bite of the dogs of war,
The voice of one who went before,
But most of all the mirror's gaze,
Which counts us out our numbered days.

Death    Fantasy    Fear    Horror    Poem    Scary

Demons are like obedient dogs; they come when they are called.

Betrayal is too kind a word to describe a situation in which a father says he loves his daughter but claims he must teach her about the horrors of the world in order to make her a stronger person; a situation in which he watches or participates in rituals that make her feel like she is going to die. She experiences pain that is so intense that she cannot think; her head spins so fast she can't remember who she is or how she got there.
All she knows is pain. All she feels is desperation. She tries to cry out for help, but soon learns that no one will listen. No matter how loud she cries, she can't stop or change what is happening. No matter what she does, the pain will not stop. Her father orders her to be tortured and tells her it is for her own good. He tells her that she needs the discipline, or that she has asked for it by her misbehavior. Betrayal is too simple a word to describe the overwhelming pain, the overwhelming loneliness and isolation this child experiences.
As if the abuse during the rituals were not enough, this child experiences similar abuse at home on a daily basis. When she tries to talk about her pain, she is told that she must be crazy. "Nothing bad has happened to you;' her family tells her Each day she begins to feel more and more like she doesn't know what is real. She stops trusting her own feelings because no one else acknowledges them or hears her agony. Soon the pain becomes too great. She learns not to feel at all. This strong, lonely, desperate child learns to give up the senses that make all people feel alive. She begins to feel dead.
She wishes she were dead. For her there is no way out. She soon learns there is no hope.
As she grows older she gets stronger. She learns to do what she is told with the utmost compliance. She forgets everything she has ever wanted. The pain still lurks, but it's easier to pretend it's not there than to acknowledge the horrors she has buried in the deepest parts of her mind. Her relationships are overwhelmed by the power of her emotions. She reaches out for help, but never seems to find what she is looking for The pain gets worse. The loneliness sets in. When the feelings return, she is overcome with panic, pain, and desperation.
She is convinced she is going to die. Yet, when she looks around her she sees nothing that should make her feel so bad. Deep inside she knows something is very, very wrong, but she doesn't remember anything. She thinks, "Maybe I am crazy.

Abuse    Betrayal    Child abuse    Child sexual abuse    Control    Crazy    Denial    Desparation    Horror    Hurt    Insane    Loneliness    Manipulation    Pain    Pretend    Ritual abuse    Rituals

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?
Hell no.

The 5th Wave

Rick Yancey

The 5th Wave

The shortest horror story:
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.

It

Stephen King

It

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

Horror is the removal of masks.

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

I am your number one fan.

Misery

Stephen King

Misery

At bottom, you see, we are not Homo sapiens as all. Our core is madness. The prime directive is murder. What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle. And that is what the Pulse exposed five days ago.

Cell

Stephen King

Cell

Vampires, real vampires, didn't nibble on the necks of nubile young virgins. They tore people to pieces and sucked the blood out of the chunks.

99 Coffins

David Wellington

99 Coffins

Fred said, Man, I think he’s gonna make a fuckin’ suit of human skin, using the best parts from each of us.
Holy crap, said John. He’ll be gorgeous.

But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together.

I don't want to die!"
"Then you should never been born.

Black Blood

Christopher Pike

Black Blood

Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.

In Cold Blood

Truman Capote-Breakfast at Tiffany's

In Cold Blood

A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank; he wishes to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her. He steals softly over the grass, careful to make no sound; he pauses -- fancying she has stirred: he withdraws: not for worlds would he be seen. All is still: he again advances: he bends above her; a light veil rests on her features: he lifts it, bends lower; now his eyes anticipate the vision of beauty -- warm, and blooming, and lovely, in rest. How hurried was their first glance! But how they fix! How he starts! How he suddenly and vehemently clasps in both arms the form he dared not, a moment since, touch with his finger! How he calls aloud a name, and drops his burden, and gazes on it wildly! He thus grasps and cries, and gazes, because he no longer fears to waken by any sound he can utter -- by any movement he can make. He thought his love slept sweetly: he finds she is stone dead.
I looked with timorous joy towards a stately house: I saw a blackened ruin.

Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë Brontë

Jane Eyre

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.

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