440 Quotes About Terror

O cheiro é inconfundível, quase metálico, entranha-se como vapores pelas narinas, pela boca e pelos poros. Já não sei se o cheiro é em tal concentração que qualquer pessoa o poderia notar ou se, imperceptível, sou eu que me habituei a tê-lo presente, capaz de o reconhecer mesmo em proporções insignificantes. De qualquer forma, é real, sente-se, está aqui. Esta casa cheira a sangue. Nada de novo.

Death is the mother of beauty

¿ Estas mujeres piensan? No. ¿Tienen voluntad? No. ¿ ¿Aman? No. Viven? No. Los nervios se les han vuelto huesos; los huesos se les han vuelto piedras. El velo que llevan es noche tejida. El hálito, bajo el velo, parece a saber qué respiración trágica de la muerte. La abadesa, una larva, las santifica y las aterroriza. Ahí está, montaraz, lo inmaculado. Así son los antiguos monasterios de España. Guaridas de la devoción terrible; antros de vírgenes ; lugares feroces.

Instead of the terror of indecision and the fear of oneself, empathy for all living creatures and respect for nature can help us to save the world. As we let the waves of good vibrations flow into our minds, we inspire others and awaken their integrity. ("'My radio ")

She shattered through her horror as if it were a mirror and her sanity were the glinting fragments of broken glass.

All in the immediate vicinity of the ship, is the blackness of eternal night, and a chaos of foamless water; but, about a league on either side of us, may be seen, indistinctly and at intervals, stupendous ramparts of ice, towering away into the desolate sky, and looking like the walls of the universe.

If I could bethe mother of WindI would blow all fearaway from you. If I could bethe mother of WaterI would wash out the paththat frightens you. If I were the motherof TreesI would plantmy tallest childrenaround your feetthat you mightclimbbeyond all danger.But alas,I am onlya mother of humanswhose magic powershave vanishedsince we allowour littlest onesto face injusticesuffering & the unholiestof terrorsalone.

Aún tenía esperanzas entonces, pero el tiempo las fue matando.El tiempo es el mejor asesino [...]

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.