Thriller Quotes
I guess you could say I'm allergic to sunlight. If I'm exposed to it, it could kill me.
The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing ‘Sleep sweet sleep’. (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack
Snowmageddon.Dirty glacial clouds hammered the city's anvil. On the District of Columbia’s northwestern edge, gusts of snow rolled across the Park Road Bridge like volcanic ash.
I understand, gentlemen, ” John Kennedy said. “If you find that life it’s not easy, let me tell you, death is worse.
As they say: A baking man will grasp at a hangman. Whoever gets the job will be dragged into the heat, forced to wear a massive pair of iron shoes, and frogmarched across the minefield at gunpoint.
Poetic words are usually more stimulating than accurate. Taking them too seriously is a mistake.
Everything is red, freakin pink, and all heartsy. Everywhere! It’s driving me insane!
If you live your life in fear and had the opportunity to change. . .could you muster the strength?
You don’t look injured to me. What am I supposed to think? Have you been with them this whole time? My god, Brook. Where were you?
You want to come back to the bank vault?” Jack says.The bank vault. That’s what Jack calls his house.
Actions have consequences. Kids today don’t think about that. It’s like, ‘Hey, wouldn’t this be awesome?!’ Consequences? What are those?
I've said my friend, not once, but twice, never trust a preety girl cause darkness waits a mile behind her smile!!
It’s an old story, amigo mío. Be careful of those closest to you because they can do the most damage.
The condemned man’s voice is laced with dark promise as he continues. “Remember Father, evil is simply ‘live’ spelt backwards." Hellbound
Oh, man, she's gonna love you, ' Max said. 'Physically. A lot.
There is no such thing as total oblivion – for, in one form or another, life is an everlasting continuum. Copyright © M.T.Hallgarth 2009-2015
The air in the room was so cold, the exposed flesh of his face felt like ice. "I'll be the first person to get frostbite in a house sleeping several feet from a roaring fire.
To me, writing is like learning to ride a bike. At first you have your training wheels on but before you know it, you have graduated to a ten speed!!
Don't waste your breath/trying to escape/if a pure love you don't have/no one will be saved.
Galton was a world renowned anthropologist back in the nineteenth century, though he was a big overshadowed by his cousin, Charles Darwin.
The best way of keeping a low profile was to immerse himself in the mundane. Act like them, talk like them. A smile, a joke was all it took - at least during the day. The night was his own.
Being a Berlin cop in 1942 was a little like putting down mousetraps in a cage full of tigers.
Hell, I've always like the man, " he said now. "Until he became involved with my wife.
As for him "feeling dead", that's probably just a consequence of him being gone from your life for so long. In some sense he no longer feels real to you.
The first thriller ever? It was probably one from 1697. It was called Little Red Riding Hood.
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us... Save my little girl...
That's the thing about digging holes, ” Quinn said. “There are no assurances you'll find what you want—or want what you find.
I see that you get all your info on Catholicism from thriller novels.
Life is too short to spend another moment imprisoned by the will of another.
In music, she'd found a perfect language, a way of expressing the inexpressible.
My powers are ordinary. Only my application brings me success. I. Newton
Deep down Kelly, I think you want me here. I think you’re too damn scared to admit you need me. And I think I’m the only one who will understand the truth.
We are all materialistic. There are different levels of materialism! Some aspire to a fancy car, others only wish to go to bed at night with a full stomach.
Some say the bible teaches that with our tongues we can speak, set things into motion both good and bad, life and death. What we bind and loose on earth will be bound and loosed in heaven.
I gaze at his pale skin as this energy hits me. My jaw is clamped tight as my eyes squeeze out the pain. I’ve felt this before. It’s like he’s telling me to let him go.
...a thriller's toughest trick: carefully assembling everything we think we know, until it reveals the one thing we didn't see coming.
She always had her eyes set on the light. But Sade couldn’t take his off of the darkness, because the second he did, it would devour him, and then her.
I spend these days in confusion, trying my best to fathom the significance of that shade.... Trying to fathom the suitable answers to my ambiguities, if they can be called as such." - Basil