Top 350+ Most Creepy Quotes That Will Make Your Soul Chill With Fear

Top 350+ Most Creepy Quotes That Will Make Your Soul Chill With Fear Scary Quotes Curated by Factober

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October 8, 2020

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  1. A fly buzzed over her shoulder making her think of the bodies inside, at the way the flies would be landing on them, at the opalescent maggots that would hatch and tunnel, multiplying endlessly, spreading like an infection until black flies covered the room in a shifting carpet until all anyone could hear was the whirring of their glassy wings. Holly Black
  2. A little boy who’s discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it’s screwing Mommy. Laurell K. Hamilton
  3. A man could get used to anything if he had to.
  4. A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul. China Miéville
  5. A surfeiting of terror soon made terror a cliché.
  6. Abruptly that realization joined with what he saw on their faces —
  7. After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.
  8. After another few days, I noticed I became annoyed whenever I would actually have to ask Asshole for something. How quickly the creepy becomes commonplace. John Scalzi
  9. Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
  10. All he does is drink blood.
  11. All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.
  12. All I know is that things seem to happen. And, my dear, there are lunatic asylums all over the world filled with people who dabbled in the occult.
  13. All men are mad in some way or another, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world.
  14. All right, little boy, he tried kidding himself, calm down now. Santa Claus is coming to town with all the nice answers. No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.
  15. Almost any house, caught unexpectedly or at an odd angle, can turn a deeply humorous look on a watching person; even a mischievous little chimney, or a dormer like a dimple, can catch up a beholder with a sense of fellowship; but a house arrogant and hating, never off guard, can only be evil.
  16. Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?
  17. And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal till I could see in the moonlight the moisture
  18. And the box inside him in which his mother resides is velvet and black and without size. Laura Kasischke
  19. And then, the last words Raspail ever said: ‘I wonder why my parents didn’t kill me before I was old enough to fool them.’
  20. And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
  21. And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.
  22. And your dinner for the orchestra officials.”
  23. And, before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.
  24. And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died, a gallant gentleman.
  25. Around her the trees and wild flowers, with that oddly courteous air of natural things suddenly interrupted in their pressing occupations of growing and dying, turned toward her with attention, as though, dull and imperceptive as she was, it was still necessary for them to be gentle to a creation so unfortunate as not to be rooted in the ground, forced to go from one place to another, heart-breakingly mobile.
  26. Art is not cosy and it is not mocked. Art tells the only truth that ultimately matters. It is the light by which human things can be mended. And after art there is, let me assure you all, nothing. Iris Murdoch
  27. As far as God goes, I am a nonbeliever. Still am. But when it comes to a devil, well, that’s something else.
  28. At my age an hour’s reading before bedtime is essential, and I wisely brought Pamela with me. If any of you has trouble sleeping, I will read aloud to you. I never yet knew anyone who could not fall asleep with Richardson being read aloud to him.
  29. At the water’s farther end, the cat-tails seemed to wave and whisper among themselves in a dying wind; and the steeply barring slope of pine at the meadow’s terminus was indicated as a wall of gloomy green that closed in the picture, leaving only a pale of autumnal sky at the top. Clark Ashton Smith
  30. Baby needs a new pair of shoes,’ he said. ‘My baby doesn’t need any shoes.
  31. Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
  32. Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn’t at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life
  33. Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn’t it?
  34. Beyond, the alders seemed to strain away from the pool, exposing their knotted roots as if in eternal effort. In the other drawing, the pool formed the main portion of the foreground, with the skeleton tree looming drearily at one side. Clark Ashton Smith
  35. But a myth, to speak plainly, to me is like a menu in a fancy French restaurant: glamorous, complicated camouflage for a fact you wouldn’t otherwise swallow, like maybe lima beans.
  36. But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
  37. But it was hard to keep his hands still. He could almost feel them twitching emphatically with his strong desire to reach out and stroke the dog’s head. He had such a terrible yearning to love something again, and the dog was such a beautiful ugly dog.
  38. But the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is certainly that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps deeply, sweetly, in the silence of the lambs.
  39. But the worst kind of monster was the BURROWING KIND. The sort that crawled into you and made a home there. The sort you couldn’t name, the sort you couldn’t see. The monster that ate you alive from the inside out. Emily Carroll
  40. But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
  41. But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
  42. Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it’s the smell of schizophrenia.
  43. Classes will continue as normal. Nathan Nish, Branching Chaos
  44. Come out, Neville.
  45. Come,’ he said, ‘come, we must see and act. Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters not; we fight him all the same.
  46. Crawford saw that in this place Starling was heir to the granny women, to the wise women, the herb healers, the stalwart country women who have always done the needful, who keep the watch and when the watch is over, wash and dress the country dead.
  47. Creepy keeps creeping across the cold cobbles. Watch how he creeps and be sure he hasn’t crept up on you. Daniel MacKillican
  48. Curious how things can work on you even when you recognize them.
  49. Despair has its own calms.
  50. Directing a funeral isn’t about death at all. Funerals are for the living, not the dead. Rebecca McNutt
  51. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
  52. Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
  53. Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them. Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
  54. Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
  55. Don’t be sorry. Our lives don’t belong to us, so we can’t complain if they’re taken away. Anthony Horowitz
  56. Don’t do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup
  57. Don’t do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don’t do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl.
  58. Don’t you know that I am sane and earnest now, that I am no lunatic in a mad fit, but a sane man fighting for his soul?
  59. Eleanor looked up, surprised; the little girl was sliding back in her chair, sullenly refusing her milk, while her father frowned and her brother giggled and her mother said calmly, ‘She wants her cup of stars.’
  60. Enter freely and of your own free will!
  61. Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
  62. 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.
  63. Evil’s just destructive? Then storms are evil, if it’s that simple. And we have fire, and there there’s hail. Underwriters lump it all under ‘Acts of God.
  64. Faith, that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
  65. Fear and guilt are sisters.
  66. Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway,
  67. Fear of anything is like a creepy unseen ghost , an omnipresent force that turns you into it’s puppet , strangles , weakens you. Fight your biggest fear , face it and stab it to death and watch it disappear around the corner forever. Suyasha Subedi
  68. Fear,” the doctor said, “is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.
  69. For a guy who claimed not to be a stalker he sure knows the tricks of the trade. Give up the Ghost. Megan Crewe
  70. For he was a man and he was alone and these things had no importance to him.
  71. For him the word ‘horror’ had become obsolete.
  72. For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love.
  73. For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
  74. From the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless, staring at the house. The cab pulled away and rounded the corner of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman quickly pulled out to follow. As he turned the corner, he noticed that the tall old man hadn’t moved but was standing under the streetlight glow, in mist, like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.
  75. God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.
  76. God! Whose hand was I holding?
  77. God’s creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
  78. Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
  79. Good-bye Clarice. Will you let me know if ever the lambs stop screaming?” “Yes.” Pembry was taking her arm. It was go or fight him. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll tell you.” “Do you promise?””Yes.
  80. Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret, gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else.
  81. Grow the lawn and mow the lawn always keep the TV on, brush your teeth and kill the germs, poison apples, poison worms. Trenton Lee Stewart
  82. Haven’t you ever had people coming over and no time to shop? You have to make do with what’s in the fridge, Clarice. May I call you Clarice?
  83. It was as though committing murders had purged him of lesser rudeness. Or perhaps, Starling thought, it excited him to see her marked in this particular way. She couldn’t tell. The sparks in his eyes flew into his darkness like fireflies down a cave.
  84. Almost every place has a moment of the day, an angle and intensity of light, in which it looks its best. When you’re stuck someplace, you learn that time and you look forward to it.
  85. He is altogether selfish, she thought in some surprise, the only man I have ever sat and talked to alone, and I am impatient; he is simply not very interesting.
  86. He knew that a middle-aged man can be so desperate for wisdom he may try to make some up, and how deadly that can be to a youngster who believes him.
  87. He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
  88. He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
  89. He thought about that visionary lady. To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one’s embrace. To sink into that hideous coma, to sink then into death and, perhaps, return to sterile, awful wanderings. All without knowing what it was to love and be loved.
  90. He turned away from the bar as if he could leave the question there. But questions had no location; they could follow him around.
  91. Her shoes were comfortable. They reflected her hope for the evening.
  92. Hill House has an impressive list of tragedies connected with it, but then, most old houses have. People have to live and die somewhere, after all, and a house can hardly stand for eighty years without seeing some of its inhabitants die within its walls.
  93. Hill House, she thought, You’re as hard to get into as heaven.
  94. His body walks out onto the darkened stage , and a roar goes up from the crowd. He stands in front of the mic, and he can feel his face twist in a sneer-the Elvis sneer from his dreams-though he never told it to move. He is powerless now, a spectator at his own moment of glory. Joseph Garraty
  95. His empty hands hanging palms forward at his sides, he stood at the window looking to the empty east. He did not look for dawn; east was only the way the window faced.
  96. Honestly, no I don’t and the more you keep telling me, the less likely I am to actually see it. Though I have subsequently seen, “Hamilton” and it’s excellent. Colin Jost
  97. How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
    How many husbands and wives must believe they have fallen out of love because their hearts no longer race at the sight of their beloveds!
  98. I am a kind of stray cat, aren’t I?
  99. I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.
  100. I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.
  101. I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
  102. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti
  103. I collect church collapses, recreationally. Did you see the recent one in Sicily? Marvelous! The facade fell on sixty-five grandmothers at a special mass. Was that evil? If so, who did it? If he’s up there, he just loves it, Officer Starling. Typhoid and swans – it all comes from the same place.
  104. I discovered that what most people call creepy, scary, and spooky, I call comfy, cozy, and home. Zak Bagans
  105. I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
  106. I don the robe of hermit without a cry.
  107. I expect most psychiatrists have a patient or two they’d like to refer to me.
  108. I feel myself quite wild with excitement.
  109. I got bored,” he says. “Besides, you know what’s creepier than walking around your dead brothers’ apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment. Holly Black
  110. I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
  111. I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
  112. I have been so long master
  113. I have crossed oceans of time to find you.
  114. I know what you’re afraid of. It’s not pain, or solitude. It’s indignity you can’t stand, Hannibal, you’re like a cat that way.
  115. I know, Eleanor said tiredly.
  116. I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well. Sarah Dessen
  117. I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
  118. I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
  119. I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
  120. I think we are only afraid of ourselves,” the doctor said slowly.
  121. I walked out of his home because if I’d moved any faster, I’d have run screaming. Patricia Briggs, Blood Bound
  122. I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
  123. I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
  124. I will not put a name to what has no name
  125. I woke up to the sound of loud knocking on my window. When I came to the window, the knocking continued, from my bedroom mirror. Dean Mackin
  126. I’m not sure you get wiser as you get older, Starling, but you do learn to dodge a certain amount of hell.
  127. I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
  128. In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last.
  129. In delay there lies no plenty.
  130. In one picture, the pool was half hidden by a fringe of mace weeds, and the dead willow was leaning across it at a prone, despondent angle, as if mysteriously arrested in its fall towards the stagnant waters. Clark Ashton Smith
  131. In our sleep, pain, which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. —Aeschylus
  132. In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men. A. Lee Martinez
  133. In the night, Mrs. Dudley said, and smiled outright. “In the dark,” she said..
  134. Indeed yes, Eleanor thought; indeed, so do I; a cup of stars, of course.
  135. Is it possible that love is all subjective, or all objective?
  136. It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
  137. It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
  138. It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight. Charlotte Perkins Gilman
  139. It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
  140. It occured to Starling how much Roden would benefit from an elbow smash in the hinge of his jaw.
  141. It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.
  142. It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house ; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.
  143. It was crazy. It was the kind of story you told years later while your listeners rolled their eyes, because they had no idea how the terror felt on the back of your neck. Simone St. James
  144. It watches,” he added suddenly. “The house. It watches every move you make.
  145. It’s a big spooky place when you’re in it alone. It’s like you can hear all the whispers of all the voices of all the actors who ever played here. Kind of creepy. Like a church can be creepy when it’s empty. You ever been in a church after hours? Benjamin R. Smith
  146. It’s perfectly fine, Luke said, perfectly fine. It gives me an excuse to have a drink in the middle of the night.
  147. It’s indignity you can’t stand, Hannibal, you’re like a cat that way.
  148. Journeys end in lovers meeting
  149. Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine.
  150. Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.
  151. Just remember,” he told her. “If you run from me, I will pursue. Nenia Campbell
  152. Let him be wise, or let me be blind; don’t let me, she hoped concretely, don’t let me know too surely what he thinks of me.
  153. Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.
  154. Like a living body, no running building is without its small, unaccountable bumps and muffled clanks; yet even if they’re mostly benign noise, at night they’re magnified by the ever-present hush, and their unfamiliarity never fails to inflame the imagination of the sleepless newcomer. A.M. Kherbash
  155. Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men’s eyes, the beginning of the horror passed almost unnoticed; in the shriek of what followed, in fact, was forgotten and perhaps not connected to the horror at all.
  156. Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
  157. Look. There’s only one of me, and it’s all I’ve got. I hate seeing myself dissolve and slip and separate so that I’m living in one half, my mind, and I see the other half of me helpless and frantic and driven and I can’t stop it, but I know I’m not really going to be hurt and yet time is so long and even a second goes on and on and I could stand any of it if I could only surrender-
  158. Lower and lower went her head. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited.
  159. majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just
  160. Materializations are often best produced in rooms where there are books. I cannot think of any time when materialization was in any way hampered by the presence of books.
  161. Maybe she was not really like that. It’s just that I would prefer you to think that what happened to her was justified. Helen Oyeyemi
  162. My dear, how can I make you perceive that there is no danger where there is nothing but love and understanding?
  163. Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.
  164. No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, but some, to dream.
  165. No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
  166. No one could. No one lives any nearer than town. No one else will come any nearer than that.”
  167. No, by God, he had no intention of going on like a blind man, plodding down a path of brainless, fruitless existence until old age or accident took him. Either he found the answer or he ditched the whole mess, life included.
  168. No, Luke said. “Of seeing ourselves clearly and without disguise.
  169. No, the menace of the supernatural is that it attacks where modern minds are weakest, where we have abandoned our protective armor of superstition and have no substitute defense.
  170. Normal is an ilusion. What’s normal for the spider is chaos for the fly. Morticia Addams
  171. Nothing happened to me, Officer Starling. I happened. You can’t reduce me to a set of influences.
  172. Nothing made me happen. I happened.
  173. Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness except greed.
  174. Now when I die, I shall only be dead.
  175. Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
  176. Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
  177. One death is the parent of a thousand lives
  178. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
  179. Over this odd world, this half the world that’s dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.
  180. People should either be caressed or crushed. If you do them minor damage they will get their revenge; but if you cripple them there is nothing they can do. If you need to injure someone, do it in such a way that you do not have to fear their vengeance. Niccolo Machiavelli
  181. People, the doctor said sadly, “are always so anxious to get things out into the open where they can put a name to them, even a meaningless name, so long as it has something of a scientific ring.
  182. Perhaps at the end the little things may teach us most.
  183. Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness… and perhaps even Satan – Satan, in spite of himself – somehow serves to work out the will of God.
  184. Perhaps I may gain more knowledge out of the folly of this madman than I shall from the teaching of the most wise.
  185. Pictures … flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.
  186. Problem solving is hunting. It’s a savage pleasure and we’re born to it.
  187. Ready when you are Sergeant Pempbry.
  188. Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad?
  189. Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
  190. Ronald, remember our deal? Keep feeding me the children. You’ll stay rich while I stay full. A.K. Kuykendall
  191. Shaun get your sister her glasses. She looks naked without them. It’s creeping me out. Mira Grant
  192. She could recognize individual drones better than she could recognize individual people. But chances were the drone that had shadowed her for the past five days was better with faces than she was. A.L. Buehrer, Dronefall
  193. She didn’t give a damn about some of them, but she had grown to learn that inattention can be a stratagem to avoid pain, and that it is often misread as shallowness and indifference.
  194. She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet were numb, not with cold but with a sultry torpor. Thoughts moved with a tranquil lethargy, her brain a leisurely machine imbedded in swaths of woolly packing.
  195. She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
  196. She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
  197. she might never leave the road at all, but just hurry on and on until the wheels of the car were worn to nothing and she had come to the end of the world.
  198. She sounded angry. That was the way she’d been as long as he’d known her. If she became ill, it irritated her. She was annoyed by sickness. She seemed to regard it as a personal affront.
  199. She turned her car onto the last stretch of straight drive leading her directly, face to face, to Hill House and, moving without thought, pressed her foot on the brake to stall the car and sat, staring. The house was vile. She shivered and thought, the words coming freely into her mind, Hill House is vile, it is diseased; get away from here at once.
  200. Silence can mock.
  201. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
  202. Some are, a lot are, but they live in all kinds of ways. Just like we do. Silence for one floor.
  203. Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
  204. Tell me something that only I will ever know, was perhaps what she wanted to ask him, or, What will you remember me by? – or even, Nothing of the least importance has ever belonged to me; can you help?
  205. That was a tragedy more terrible than becoming a vampire.
  206. That’s what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.
  207. The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
  208. The burnished rays of the setting sun flamed glory on the clouds of the western sky before shattering in gold and vermilion dapples on the darkening waters of the river. Once Karras met God in this sight. Long ago. Like a lover forsaken, he still kept the rendezvous.
  209. The child was slender as fleeting hope.
  210. The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins. It always wins because it is everywhere. It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire; it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets on your bed. Walk in the midday sun, and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet. The brightest light casts the darkest shadow. Matthew Stover
  211. The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us; but he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. His attack is psychological, Damien. And powerful.
  212. The demon’s target is not the possessed; it is us the observers..everyone in this house. I think the point is to make us despair..to reject our humanity: to see ourselves as ultimately bestial, vile and putrescent; without dignity; ugly; unworthy.
  213. The emperor counsels simplicity. First principles. Of each particular thing, ask: What is it in itself, in its own constitution? What is its causal nature?
  214. The exorcist should not believe too readily that a person is possessed by an evil spirit; but he aught to ascertain by the signs by which a person possessed can be distinguished from one who is suffering from some illness; especially one of a psychological nature. Signs of possession may be the following: ability to speak with some facility in a strange language or to understand it when spoken by another; the facility of divulging future and hidden events; display of powers which are beyond the subject’s age and natural condition; and various other conditions which, when taken together as a whole, build up the evidence.
  215. The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself.
  216. The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain, said Lord Byron
  217. The house is in the woods. You are in the woods. Elisabeth Thomas, Catherine House
  218. The house was vile. She shivered and thought, the words coming freely into her mind, Hill House is vile, it is diseased; get away from here at once.
  219. The intimacy of the detail – why The Silence of the Lambs is quite possibly the Thriller Writer’s bible.
  220. The Kurd stood waiting like an ancient debt.
  221. The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.
  222. the love had grown cold, and in the night he heard it whistling through the chambers of his heart like a lost and gently crying wind.
  223. The mental health industry takes the world’s most vulnerable people and messes with their heads, giving them controlled substances just because they don’t fit the normal puzzle. And sadly, it’s more or less going to get worse in this rapidly advancing century. Rebecca McNutt
  224. The missing aren’t missing, they’re only departed, all minds keep all thoughts – so like gold – closely guarded. Trenton Lee Stewart
  225. The quirky nature of unidentified noise is that it usually ceases whenever one stops to listen. A.M. Kherbash
  226. The slender handle of the stiletto wiggled as Raspail’s spiked heart tried to keep beating, and Dr Lecter said, ‘Looks like a straw down a doodlebug hole, doesn’t it?’ but it was too late for Raspail to answer.
  227. The sun sinks to rise again; the day is swallowed up in the gloom of night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched.
  228. “The tears of large land mammals, about our size.
  229. The old definition of moth was, ‘anything that gradually, silently eats, consumes, or wages any other thing.’
  230. It was a verb for destruction too. . . .
  231. I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
  232. Orion is above the horizon now, and near it Jupiter, brighter than it will ever be … But i expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same.
  233. We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows, hospital corridors, rooms like this lounge with its cracked plastic sofa and Cinzano ashtrays, where the cafe curtains cover blank concrete. In rooms like this, with so little time, we prepare our gestures, get them by heart so we can do them when we’re frightened in the face of Doom.
  234. Back at his chair he cannot remember what he was reading. He feels the books beside him to find the one that is warm.
  235. I have no plans to call on you, Clarice, the world being more interesting with you in it.
  236. Gratitude’s got a short half-life, Clarice.
  237. Life’s too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.”
  238. The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.
  239. The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonorable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told.
  240. The washing machine’s rhythm was like a giant heartbeat, and the rush of its waters was what the unborn hear- our last memory of peace.
  241. The world seems full of good men, even if there are monsters in it.
  242. Then again, maybe you couldn’t have killed me,” he said, crawling out of the stairway. He moved very slowly, like a lizard who had gotten too cold. Patricia Briggs
  243. Then lapped the white, sharp teeth.
  244. There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
  245. There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
  246. There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep…
  247. There is a child – a baby – who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn’t old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh. Carrie Ryan, The Forest of Hands and Teeth
  248. There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
  249. There is a reason why all things are as they are.
  250. There is dancing and laughter in hell, an angel weeping openly on a park bench in heaven. My mother, dead and frantic in an attic. A white shirt on a floor. An old man in a wheelchair, rubbing his eyes. Here it is, here it is! the occupational therapists sing as they rise to the surface of the earth, smiling, bearing their terrible surprise. Laura Kasischke
  251. There it lies, I think, Damien … possession; not in wars, as some tend to believe; not so much; and very rarely in extraordinary interventions such as here … this girl … this poor child. No, I tend to see possession most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites and misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Between husbands and wives. Enough of these and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves … for ourselves.
  252. There was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive.
  253. There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
  254. There’s a moth, more than one in fact, that lives only on tears, he offered. “That’s all they eat or drink.”
  255. These friends – and he laid his hand on some of the books – have been good friends to me, and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many, many hours of pleasure. Through them I have come to know your great England; and to know her is to love her. I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London, to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is.
  256. These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen
  257. They waited for the elevator. ” Most people love butterflies and hate moth,” he said. “But moths are more interesting – more engaging.”
  258. They’re destructive.
  259. This century hasn’t got the lock on insanity.
  260. This house, which seemed somehow to have formed itself, flying together into its own powerful pattern under the hands of its builders, fitting itself into its own construction of lines and angles, reared its great head back against the sky without concession to humanity. It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope.
  261. This inhuman place makes human monsters. Stephen King
  262. This man belongs to me, I want him!
  263. Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
  264. To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!
  265. To learn what we fear is to learn who we are.
  266. To learn what we fear is to learn who we are. Horror defies our boundaries and illuminates our souls.
  267. Truly there is no such thing as finality.
  268. Waste and stupidity get you the worst, that’s what he said. Use this time and it’ll temper you. Now’s the hardest test—not letting rage and frustration keep you from thinking. It’s the core of whether you can command or not.
  269. Water sleeps, and the enemy is sleepless.
  270. We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
  271. We are in the dark places of the earth,” said Madman. “Where all the ancient and most dangerous secrets are kept. There are Old Things down here, sleeping all around us, in the earth and in the living rock, and in the spaces between spaces. Keep your voices down. Some of these old creatures sleep but lightly, and even their dreams can have force and substance in our limited world. We have come among forgotten gods and sleeping devils, from the days before the world settled down and declared itself sane. Simon R. Green, Hex and the City
  272. We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
  273. We couldn’t even hear you, in the night….
  274. We don’t begin to covet with imagined things. Coveting is a very literal sin–we begin to covet with tangibles, we begin with what we see every day.
  275. We feel most alive when we are closest to death. Nenia Campbell
  276. We have grown to trust blindly in our senses of balance and reason, and I can see where the mind might fight wildly to preserve its own familiar stable patterns against all evidence that it was leaning sideways.
  277. We learn from failure, not from success!
  278. We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops—which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.
  279. We use concepts like “consciousness”—“mind”—“personality,” but we don’t really know yet what these things are.’ He was shaking his head. ‘Not really. Not at all.
  280. Well, she asked, how do you gentlemen like living in a haunted house?
  281. What are these things that draw toward us, these visitors that hide among us. Ruth Stone
  282. What colour was Millie’s room Grace?’ ‘Red, Millie’s room was red. B.A. Paris, Behind Closed Doors
  283. What does he do, Clarice? What is the first and principal thing he does, what need does he serve by killing? He covets. How do we begin to covet? We begin by coveting what we see every day.
  284. What is art, if not an excuse to be adventurous? Nenia Campbell
  285. What kind of tears? Whose tears?
  286. What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night
  287. What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man?
  288. When I said it aloud, it sounded terribly creepy, which is why I had said it aloud. Amanda Hocking
  289. When Morton Silkline reached the hall, his customer was just flapping out a small window. Quite suddenly, Morton Silkline found the floor.
  290. When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin’, but not to help.
  291. When they were silent for a moment the quiet weight of the house pressed down from all around them.
  292. Why do people want to talk to each other? I mean, what are the things people always want to find out about other people?
  293. Will Graham, the keenest hound ever to run in Crawford’s pack, was a legend at the Academy; he was also a drunk in Florida now with a face that was hard to look at, they said.
  294. 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.
  295. Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
  296. Yet I think the demon’s target is not the possessed; it is us . . . the observers . . . every person in this house. And I think—I think the point is to make us despair; to reject our own humanity, Damien: to see ourselves as ultimately bestial; as ultimately vile and putrescent; without dignity; ugly; unworthy.
  297. You are in the house and the house in the woods. The woods are in the house. The stairs are in the house. Down the stairs is the hallway, and at the end of the hallway is the ballroom. You are in the ballroom. The ballroom is in the house. You are in the house and the house is in you.
  298. You bastard, he thought, almost affectionately, watching the minuscule protoplasm fluttering on the slide. You dirty little bastard.
  299. You don’t blame us for being here, do you? After all, we have no place to go. No home… Incidentally, what an excellent day for an exorcism…
  300. You never know what you are going to want until you see it clearly.
  301. You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine, is it still in use? You are wondering, has it been cleaned? You may very well ask, was it thoroughly washed? Shirley Jackson
  302. You’d better go now; I don’t think Miggs could manage again so soon, even if he is crazy, do you?
  303. You’re like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. ‘Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.’ But freedom is an illusion, anyway. Nenia Campbell
  304. And I found a statement by Hawthorne which helped to explain his method: “I have sometimes produced a singular and not unpleasing effect, so far as my own mind was concerned, by imagining a train of incidents in which the spiritual mechanism of the faery legend should be combined with the characters and manners of everyday life.
  305. Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
  306. But you do not reject the supernatural out of hand,’ Sears said. ‘I don’t know if I do or do not,’ I said. ‘Like most people.
  307. Despite all this talk about imagination, we are implacably real.
  308. Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.
  309. Hateful day when I received life!’ I exclaimed in agony. ‘Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemlance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.’ – Frankenstein
  310. He remembered the faces of his friends, bereft poor corpses, abandoned of life.
  311. He was particularly disgruntled to see what he had taken for a bundle of old rags on the tracks outside was a human body. He did not say “Not again” (what he said was “Shit on this”), but “Not again” was what he meant.
  312. How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!
  313. I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.
  314. I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.
  315. 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.
  316. I do know that nobody can protect anybody else from vileness. Or from pain. All you can do is not let it break you in half and keep on going until you get to the other side.
  317. I don’t know how her life turned out, but I do know that nobody can protect anybody else from vileness. Or from pain. All you can do is not let it break you in half and keep on going until you get to the other side.
  318. 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.
  319. I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel…
  320. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
  321. If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!
  322. if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.
  323. Inexplicable music that should have sounded joyful but was instead wound full of the darkness emotions you know.
  324. It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.
  325. It may…be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character.
  326. It seemed that if you listened to that snow hissing long enough, you wouldn’t just hear it telling you that it was waiting for you, you’d hear some terrible secret—a secret to turn your life black.
  327. Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be his world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.
  328. Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
  329. Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!
  330. Man,” I cried, “how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!
  331. Nobody can protect anybody else from vileness. Or from pain. All you can do is not let it break you in half and keep on going until you get to the other side.
  332. Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear.
  333. Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
  334. Shapeshifting in folklore is clearly connected with hallucination in morbid psychology.
  335. Students set up desks where you could sign petitions for legalizing marijuana or declare yourself in favor of homosexuality and the protection of whales; students thronged by.
  336. the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.
  337. The day was a long bolt of gray cloth; endless.
  338. The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
  339. The mind was a trap–it was a cage that slammed down over you.
  340. The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.
  341. The world to me was a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.
  342. The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine.
  343. There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied int he one, I will indulge the other.
  344. There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
  345. Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.
  346. When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?
  347. With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.
  348. You know how when a woman gets angry, really angry, she can reach way back into herself and find rage enough to blow any man to pieces.

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