Horror Quotes

Eli snorted, her eyes narrowed.— Because I am like you.— What do you mean like me? I..Eli thrust her hand through the air as if she was holding a knife, said:— What are you looking at, idiot? Want to die, or something? — Stabbed the air with empty hand. — That what happens if you look at me.Oskar rubbed his lips together, dampening them.— What are you saying?— It's not me that's saying it. It's you. That was the first thing I heard you say. Down on the playground.Oskar remembered. The tree. The knife. How he had held up the blade of the knife like a mirror, seen Eli for the first time.

~ John Ajvide Lindqvist

Come out, come out, wherever you are... come out, come out, or you'll end up in the tar...

~ Beatrice Rose Roberts

Little Red Riding Hood was stalked, Cinderella was abused, the Beauty had to live with a hideous Beast, Snow White was poisoned, Hansel and Gretel were meat for a cannibal… and then we wonder why our kids grow up with problems.

~ Ashwin Sanghi

Despite their displays of bravado, young boys can be peculiarly susceptible to atmosphere(Between Four Yews)

~ Reggie Oliver

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.

~ Rick Yancey

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

~ Elizabeth Kostova

I have seen many cases like N. during the five years I've been in practice. I sometimes picture these unfortunates as men and women being pecked to death by predatory birds. The birds are invisible - at least until a psychiatrist who is good, or lucky, or both, sprays them with his version of Luminol and shines the right light on them - but they are nevertheless very real. The wonder is that so many OCDs manage to live productive lives, just the same. They work, they eat (often not enough or too much, it's true), they go to movies, they make love to their girlfriends and boyfriends, their wives and husbands . . . and all the time those birds are there, clinging to them and pecking away little bits of flesh.

~ Stephen King

Jane woke, stretched, and decided to kill herself. If she hadn’t found a reason to live by the end of the day she would jump from the rig. It felt good to have a plan.

~ Adam Baker

It had seemed to me an elegant nightmare concoction made by adults for adults, to further the aims and fantasies of adults, and what have children to do with such things?

~ Joyce Carol Oates

He had no idea of my misery. It would have surprised him to think that I was a human creature with a soul.

~ Joyce Carol Oates

But if I die without trying again, I'm a coward. I don't mind having regrets about stuff I've done. It's the regrets about stuff I haven't done that bother me.

~ Poppy Z. Brite

Ah, relationships. If he was lucky, Luke thought, he would never have another one.

~ Poppy Z. Brite

And what was I if not death's ghostwriter?

~ Poppy Z. Brite

I never said you had to like it. You have to accept it. No regret.-Clare Harding.

~ E.m. Benton

Sanctum, a holy or sacred place. What could be more sacred than possessing the power of your own true thoughts? Sanctum. It is both lock and key.

~ Madeleine Roux

God isn't going to scribble across the sky. The shark is gone.

~ Peter Benchley

great literature is literature that speaks to deep, fundamental human truths and experience in a way that is relatable to the reader and that may provoke engagement or facilitate insight into these truths and experiences. If these truths and experiences are about breaches of the normal, then surely horror has a place in literature, and in facts may proffer deep engagement with the most profound aspects of our existence. Sometimes only horror can say what needs to be said.

~ Jacob M. Held

When the world uncovers some dark disguise,Embrace the darkness with averted eyes.

~ Thomas Ligotti

Forsake the world and cling to the shadows.

~ Thomas Ligotti

At the end of the world, music always played on like a bad movie.

~ Mav Skye

I will not be a victim. I will not think like a victim. I am going to avenge all those little girls. I am going to win.

~ Carolyn Lee Adams

I don't know how the Wolfman knows all this, but he's not wrong. My warm cheeks turn scalding hot. Your shame is a good sign. You may break sooner than I thought. The breaking is good. It purifies.

~ Carolyn Lee Adams

When he unleashes on her everything falls together. Like a crick in the neck snapped into place, the boy's brain pops and is put right. It is a beautiful undoing, a beautiful becoming. He doesn't stop to think about it when the punches follow her down to the ground. He doesn't stop to notice when she goes still or when the pool of blood under her head pillows out into a great, liquid heart. He doesn't stop until he's pulled off her and he doesn't start to think again until that night, when he's back at home. For hours and hours his brain stays beautifully popped into place.

~ Carolyn Lee Adams

Wolfman clears everything off the table except his gun. That he keeps close at hand. There is a sense of ceremony about his actions. My stomach tightens up. We are about to begin.

~ Carolyn Lee Adams

I know you, Ruth Ann Carver. I know you better than you know yourself. You think you do things right. You think you're a paragon of right living. This is a self-told lie, one bolstered by your coddling parents and grandparents.

~ Carolyn Lee Adams

He looks up and up and up to get to her face. His mama's a tall lady, and he's only seven. He's overwhelmed by red. Red heels, red nails, red lips, red hair, red eyes. So help him, the boy has always thought his mama's copper-colored eyes damn near shined red. He looks into those eyes and knows she's come home funny.

~ Carolyn Lee Adams

It was like a commercial for laundry detergent or tampons or a prescription medication with death listed as a possible side effect.

~ Carolyn Lee Adams

I shut up. I don't fight, I don't scream. Shame rides alongside my terror. But somewhere deep, deep inside, I hear Mom tell me to trust my gut. My gut tells me I am blind and I am lost, and if I fought for freedom now, it would end in my death. I listen to my gut. Because I want to live.

~ Carolyn Lee Adams

Stephen King once wrote, “Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there’s little fun to be had in explanations; they’re antithetical to the poetry of fear.” In a horror story, the victim keeps asking why - but there can be no explanation, and there shouldn’t be one. The unanswered mystery is what stays with us the longest, and it’s what we’ll remember in the end.

~ Alan Wake

Good horror offers a sense of an upended, lawless world and that’s appealing to anyone who grew up feeling like an outsider.

~ Christopher Rice

She suddenly felt herself gasping for air, as if she’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe. She rocked back in her chair and nearly fell over, then slumped against the green-covered table. The bowl fell from her fingers, shattering at her feet, broken glass scattering everywhere.

~ Joe Derouen

To write you dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another's dreams.

~ Rob Shepherd

To write your dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another's dreams

~ Rob Shepherd

The times have changed and now the story is old, but yet it all remains the same, a victim in the cold.

~ Stephen Harker

You can’t blame yourself for what Socrates did. Those birds came because he wanted them to come, at least a part of him did. The pissed off part. Let that roll around in your brain for a while.”Jamie considered this. “No, Eddie. The hurt part, that’s what did it.”The crow shrieked again. It seemed louder, and that meant it was closer. Or maybe it was another crow, maybe several. Jamie and Eddie looked toward the sky, listening to the screams. Jamie spoke first.“We can’t let it happen again. We may be the only ones who know the truth about what Socrates can do.” “That thought probably has occurred to Socrates too.

~ Kenneth C. Goldman

A long time ago, there was a little girl called Mary. Now Mary, she was warned several times not to go to her neighbor’s house. Her neighbor was a grandmother. But Mary hardly listened, so she snuck off one night to spy on her. She tried the front door first, and it creaked open. Then suddenly, she heard a squeaking noise upstairs. She followed it – climbed up the wooden stairs where half of it was already rotten. She heard the squeaking noise again. It was coming from the library. She opened the door and hid behind a couch. She peered out, and she saw the grandmother.” Dave paused to drain his cup of coffee before continuing. My heart thudded so loudly, I thought that everyone could hear it. “So Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother’s rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her gaze steadily and sharply, and then suddenly, BOO!

~ Erica Sehyun Song

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

~ Simona Panova

Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!

~ Richard Matheson

I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.

~ Steven Ramirez

I recalled something I’d read a long time ago about Satan. When he appeared, it wouldn’t be as a demon but as an ordinary-looking guy with a convincing message of peace.

~ Steven Ramirez