Monsters Quotes

Approaching the trail, he broke through the thicket a short distance ahead of the Empath. Causing the Empaths horse to startle as the surprised rider jerked on the reins. Cap was equally surprised to find a young girl before him instead of an older, experienced male Empath. Cap brought his horse to a quick halt. The young girl pulled a small knife from her boot and cautioned him. I don't know where you came from, but I'm not easy prey.” Her voice shook slightly with fear as she raised the knife.Not sure how to proceed, they stared silently at each other. Cap had always believed that Empaths didn't carry weapons. This pretty, chestnut haired girl couldn't be more than 18 years old. Her long straight tresses covered the spot on her jacket where the Empathic Emblem was usually worn, causing Cap to doubt she was the one he sought. Not wanting to frighten her any more than he already had, Cap tried to explain. I'm Commander Caplin Taylor. I’m looking for an Empath that is headed for the Western Hunting Lodge.”My name is Kendra; I am the Empath you seek.” She answered cautiously, still holding the blade. A noise from the brush drew her attention as a small rodent pounced out, trying to evade an unseen predator. Cap was just close enough to lurch forward and snatch the dirk from her hand. Her head jerked back in alarm.Bosen May has been mauled by a Sraeb, his shoulder is a mass of pulp. Cap spoke quickly not wanting to hesitate any longer.That was all Kendra needed to hear. She pushed her horse past him and headed quickly down the trail.Wait! Cap called after her, turning his horse around. Reining in the horse, she turned back to face him annoyed by the delay. Are you a good horseman? Cap asked, as he stuffed her dirk in his jacket.I've been in the saddle since I was a child. She answered, abruptly.Okay so just a few years then? Cap's rebuke angered her. Jerking the horse back toward the trail, she ignored him.Wait, I'm sorry! Cap called after her. It's just that I know a quicker way, if you can handle some rough terrain.Let’s go then. Kendra replied, gruffly, turning back to face him. Without another word, Cap dove back into the brush and the girl followed.

~ Alaina Stanford

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

~ Alice Sebold

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.

~ Christopher Pike

Monsters that live under children's beds have power only because of the child's ignorance. Thus the nonexistent becomes efficacious.

~ Mike Klepper

Not all monsters are filled with darkness.

~ Carrie Ryan

Monsters don’t exist. It’s men you should be afraid of, not monsters.

~ Niccolò Ammaniti

It's poor judgment', said Grandpa 'to call anything by a name. We don't know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can't heave them into categories with labels and say they'll act one way or another. That'd be silly. They're people. People who do things. Yes, that's the way to put it. People who *do* things.

~ Ray Bradbury

What your mind sees when you close your eyes marks the entrance to an endless universe: your imagination.

~ Stephen Helmes

Are we not all actors playing parts in another person's play?

~ Shannon L. Alder

Everything is worse...if you think something is looking at you.

~ Shirley Jackson

Rushing out the door on his way back to the street, he ran into someone with his shoulder. Turning to apologize to them, he stopped, horrified at what he saw.It was the white-eyed man he’d met a week ago. “Watch your back.” He said standing there just long enough for Raven to take in the meat between his teeth, the milky, nearly opaque color of his eyes and the madness within them. Then, after only a few seconds, he was gone, vanished into the crowd as if he had never existed. Certain his mind was playing tricks and tired of being terrified for his sanity, he headed down the street as fast as he could in pursuit. As he rushed through the tightly packed crowd, he saw others like the man he’d just seen, and each of their white eyes gazed blankly into his. A woman here, a hunched drifter there, shapes and faces that shifted and darted all around him. “Watch your back.” They hissed, and he tried to move faster, his heart racing and the nerves of his body jangling painfully with fear as he fought to get beyond them. Hands reached out for his clothes, pulling him in different directions as they tugged and he struggled to be free. Their fingers felt like talons clasped into the folds and gaps of his clothing, ripping and popping stitches in their fervor to gain some small grasp on his flesh beneath his jacket. Along with the horror of their cold, dead eyes, he could smell some strangeness—a sickly sweet smell of rot and decay only barely closeted by preserving fluids. The smell dug into his sinuses as their fingers and hands dug at him. He gagged, his teeth clenched tight as he exerted energy he didn’t really have. He pushed away from them and on through the empty space he saw at the end of this group of pedestrians. Many of whom mingled with what he now felt must be the dead, wholly unaware of why he flailed and pushed against them.

~ Amanda M. Lyons

...My hands shook, and I stared at them. Another loss of control. That was the second time this month. Sooner or later, I’d break, if the department didn’t put me down first.

~ Holly Rutan

With a ring around the rosaryAnd a pocket full of crossesAshes to ashesThey'll all fall down

~ Matthew Fitzpatrick

It was like some mad scientist threw a bunch of DNA into a blender and this is what came out. What the heck could it be? Was it some kind of alien? A scientific experiment gone horribly wrong? Did we have a Dr. Frankenstein living in Billings? Seriously, the creature looked like a resurrected Wookiee made from spare parts.

~ Kendra C. Highley

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.

~ Rick Yancey

It doesn't make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It's what you do with it that matters.

~ Jim Butcher

And the bubbles of light again rose and fell, and in their disordered, irregular, turbulent maze, mingled with the wan moonlight. And now from these globules themselves as from the shell of an egg, monstrous things burst out; the air grew filled with them; larvae so bloodless and so hideous that I can in no way describe them except to remind the reader of the swarming life which the solar microscope brings before his eyes in a drop of water - things transparent, supple, agile, chasing each other, devouring each other - forms like nought ever beheld by the naked eye. As the shapes were without symmetry, so their movements were without order. In their very vagrancies there was no sport; they came round me and round, thicker and faster and swifter, swarming over my head, crawling over my right arm, which was outstretched in involuntary command against all evil beings. (The House And The Brain)

~ Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Who knew death could lead to an eating disorder?

~ Corey Redekop

I can smell your blood now. I can smell it in every room of the house.

~ Jolie Du Pre

People think monsters are born without origin. But it is the monsters that have the greatest stories to tell...

~ Charles Lee

It is less appealing, but morally more urgent, to understand the actions of the perpetrators. The moral danger, after all, is never that one might become a victim but that one might be a perpetrator or a bystander. It is tempting to say that a Nazi murderer is beyond the pale of understanding. ...Yet to deny a human being his human character is to render ethics impossible.To yield to this temptation, to find other people inhuman, is to take a step toward, not away from, the Nazi position. To find other people incomprehensible is to abandon the search for understanding, and thus to abandon history.

~ Timothy Snyder

The wounded were crying, and the rest were dying. Jack stood alone in a hallway of mangled men, who had been trained for this

~ Seth Tucker

A creature--a frightfully, awful creature--was mere feet from her. Its eyes were enormous, the size of goose eggs and milky white. Its gray, slippery skin was stretched taut upon its face. Its mouth was wide and full of needle teeth. Its hands rested on the rock, hands that were webbed and huge with each finger ending in a sharp, curved nail. It was as tall as a human man, yet oddly shrunken and hunched.

~ M.l. Legette

Silly little monster” all would say.They’d scratch its head and turn awayuntil it snatched their tiny noses.They couldn’t even smell the roses!Ever after, every childdreaded monsters, fierce or mild.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Monster a person though monster not human.Monster like music. Like Beatles! Like Schumann!World full of stupid. World full of noise.Monster feel ANGRY. No birthday. No joys.World full of JUNK monster not comprehend.What is a childhood? What is a friend?Monster and human both want the same.Want conversation. Want love. WANT NO PAIN.If monster speak heart: monster life only worsen.Monster not human: BUT MONSTER A PERSON!

~ Jennifer Finney Boylan

... not all monsters look like monsters. There are some that carry their monstrosity inside.

~ Fredrik Backman

Monsters are easy, Miss Rook. They're monsters. But a monster in a suit? That's basically just a wicked man, and a wicked man is a more dangerous thing by far.

~ William Ritter

That's the beautiful thing about innocence, even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.

~ Dave Matthes

He is a demon, Clarissa,” said Valentine, still in the same soft voice. “A demon with a man’s face. I know how deceptive such monsters can be. Remember, I spared him once myse

~ Cassandra Clare

I've made him a monster by overloving. Lord knows, if hatred could make him human again.

~ Munia Khan

Black Friday – (AKA Zombie Apocalypse)Is an event of subset half-dead human like beings confronted with ravenous bloodthirsty monsters preparing to pummel down the doors mid-afternoon on Thanksgiving Day.

~ Sage R Fury

He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true, but they were human.

~ William Golding

WANG. We live in a time of great change. It is easy to find monsters- and as easy to find heroes. To judge rightly what is good - to choose between good and evil - that is all that is to be human.

~ Edward Bond

Kyōko: You... you call yourself human?!Homura: Of course not. Neither are you.

~ Magica Quartet

It was one thing to deal with monsters that were human in appearance. Another thing entirely to deal with humans who were monsters.

~ Samantha Young

Pagans can be just as monstrous as any other group. They can be murderers, rapists, pedophiles. We need to accept that they are our problem and deal with them. We need to speak against their crimes and challenge them rather than letting our silence make us complicit.

~ Thomm Quackenbush

What's wrong with me? I lose my footing, in here.' He touched his head. 'When a neuro-typical looses their footing, they yell or escape to the TV, or maybe the doctor throws them on depression meds. But when I slip, I fall all the way through. I feel the ground give way and I'm gone. It's a crack -- a crack in what's real, and beneath there I'm stuck. Then, I guess I become someone else. Mom says I still know my name, but I walk a different world. The shrink calls it DID -- Dissociative Identity Disorder -- with a little added autism to spice up my other personality. I suppose he's right, but only I know how it feels to slip through the cracks. Then the monster shows up.

~ Jonathan Friesen

I'm an invisible monster. I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

~ Chuck Palahniuk

What did that say about me? Had I become one of the monsters I thought I was fighting?“Things didn’t have to be like this,” I commented. “He could’ve made different choices.

~ J.m. Northup

Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.

~ Sue Grafton