Horror Quotes

Only God is the Giver and Master of Creativity and imagination because they are gifts that can only come from Him Alone!

In any story where solutions to mysteries are found, there should always be at least one mystery which remains unsolved.

In this world, there are only 'things that seem like the truth' and 'things that seem like rumors - A-ya

My hobby is to make up these "false stories". The stories that I create impact the public in a completely different form... It's enjoyable when it proceeds just as I expect it to. - A-ya

...Yes... I am perfect. A perfect 'impostor'. B-ko

A memory can taint your dreams

The misbegotten town of Whistlebrass is hidden away in a forgotten corner of northern Vermont like a guilty secret or a bloody knife buried under the floorboards.

Tobacco kills a lot of people, but cigarette vending machines are killing that woman by stealing her job.

In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...

Death lurked everywhere. Death was alive and well.

But the thing that . . . that I touched . . . " I cried. "It was furry! It-" I stopped short, taken with a shudder. "I know, " said Herrick.

The arms, legs, and torso with head were dragged away in sections as the children were captivated by the drama, zealously chewing their candies with sticky teeth.

Finally, the water level topped off, leaving him with no more air to breathe. He drew his last breath and slipped down deep into the darkness that claimed his soul.

We lie to protect our children, and in lying we expose them to the greatest of harms

Cattle... it called us cattle...We're hamburger, you mean.

Oh dear…then they must already be on the march! We have to hurry and get to the Hamblings…before nightfall!’ - Phillip Celeste from Curse of Ancient Shadows

If you truly must obey your mistress. If you truly must have revenge, then you can start with me. But if you choose to follow your own path, well you can start that with me too if you like.

I can also speak to small woodland creatures, ” he grins at me.

What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani, " Thomas replies.

Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

Dirge of the dying and the stench of fear, Black souls repent as hell draws near, " - Percy Pemmeney the smuggler, from Curse of Ancient Shadows.

Can you imagine life without the horror genre? There would be no monsters. Only a**holes.

I like stories about supervillains. They teach children that you can accomplish great things even when the whole world is against you.

I have found so much beauty in the dark, as I have found a lot of horror in the light.

...while the stony bones of the world tore past and the air grew dark and howling. The last thing he saw as the gulley became a torrent of dust and rock was the Jeep, plucked backwards into space.

There was something about her playing... a knowledge of darkness in the most extreme form.

Be glad that I'm not a horror writer, some people write about it, other make images... but third just create it??? As for me, I have create it from horror up to nightmares!

Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn.

This is why there is something awful about human freedom. This power to make a choice which will never cease to reverberate.

You can see the evil, the evil is everywhere. As Far as I can tell I can build a town full of horror.

Horror is a situation, not a character, no matter how evil one may be.

You are fifty different kinds of twisted.""Only fifty? Val, you wound me.

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

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

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

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

In an age of rust, she comes up stainless steel

All fled—all done, so lift me on the pyre—The Feast is over, and the lamps expire.

It was so close to October that Halloween was knocking at his heart.

We ask only to be reassuredAbout the noises in the cellarAnd the window that should not have been open

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On the morning of the exorcism, I stayed home from school.

Death's gruesome face taunts:soulless eyes, crimson grimace.I really hate clowns.

Death was a living creature. Death was a man tormented by his past. Death was once a human.

Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(“A Dream of Fear”)

Shit rolls downhill. Bureaucracy rolls faster.

We're all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks…damsels.

Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm?(“The Young Witch”)

You ate my dog, you undead freak!”Hey! Watch the slander. I hear the acceptable term is ‘corporeallychallenged’ now. No need to be rude.

Finch was his own country, the government unstable, the population volatile.