Paranormal Thriller Quotes
Paranormal Thriller Quote of the day
Every time I had things straight in my head abouthim, I saw him smile or crook an eyebrow, and all my sensible reasons on why I couldn’t have feelings for him seemed redundant.
I am a woman of very few layers, and most of them are selfish and mean. My parents tried to make me a good girl, but I just wasn’t having it.
There’s a little angel on one of my shoulders saying that this is a wicked thing to do. Then there’s a little devil on my other shoulder, and she looks a lot like you.
In my experience, people who want to keep their painful injuries are using them as a crutch. They’re hiding from something.
If you mean to scare women away from you, that speech can’t possibly work. Those threats? If I weren’t trying to hire you I’d be taking my clothes off right now.
He wasn’t gullible enough to be bullied by the ghost’s accusation – for Andrew Fletcher had his share of guilt, but he’d never thrown anyone down a well, either.
They say things about these woods...that there are strange things living here.
How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn’t I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin?Excerpt From: Cameron Jace. “.
Tyler shrugs. "It's a big world, Jo. Who am I to say what is and isn't possible?
Dad looked more sheepish than I had ever seen him look in his life. It made him appear younger.“A scent. Your mother’s shampoo.
Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as di
I've spent a large portion of the last 40 years hunting Dragons because of you. Be flattered, disturbed... Whatever floats your boat.Tiberius of Triad C.O.A series
It's okay to be afraid, Jo. It's what keeps us alive. But falling to that fear is what will get you killed.
You don't die of a broken heart, it only wears you down—just another rainy day.” – Grey Daze
Lucy in the sky. Without her I am the walrus, likely to lose myself in dark gibberish and fade away.” Lance Underphal, Cut-Throat Syndrome.
She had fire dancing in her eyes as she assaulted him with her serpent's tongue. Tonight she was not his wife but his little sister.
Writers are alphabet artists. The blank page becomes their canvas as they paint pictures with words.
Trust her heart, Assefa, and believe in yourself. No matter the challenge, no matter the foe, be brave, be wise, be the undefeated Mngwa of lore.
Fear is a prison in which we place ourselves. You need only to press against the bars to realize that the door is always unlocked, and you are always free to leave.
Red glowing eyes... No one could see her. No one could hear her. No one was coming to save her. Because Death had come sooner than expected.
I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.
He walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, trying to see himself through her eyes. It was time to change his style, throw off the shroud of timidity and start living his life.
After everything I've been through, the last thing I'm going to apologize for is my paranoia.
To write a novel is to dream while awake, then express the dream to the reader in an absorbing way. The road leading from the writer's inner world to the readers' is paved with prose.
So exquisitely perfect was the darkness of the heavens above that one would have difficulty believing it was a prison to the passengers and crew of The Black Witch.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel for us. We are who we are.
There's a transparent face that looks deep into my eyes, baring my soul, right before terror consumes me and the image becomes a black mass of horror.
Sometimes the truth is so bizarre and mind bending that it must be presented as fiction to be accepted.George SaundersThe Bookseller
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.
Spooky things, people, places, scents and sounds together or alone can create a powerful adrenalin rush and it floods the senses.
It seems I can go from elated, embarrassed, angry, and back to embarrassed in four comments flat.
The fact that ghosts are real doesn't surprise me-I've always been a believer in that area. It's the realization that there may be something out there, something most can't see, that is able to kill.
So much for a great opening speech, that sucker done tucked tail and is hiding in the deepest part of my brain, sucking its thumb.
The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.
She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.
There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.
I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.
