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Virtue, without which terror is destructive; terror, without which virtue is impotent. Terror is only justice prompt, severe and inflexible; it is then an emanation of virtue.
If you are a terror to many, then beware of many.
Terror collided violently with reason.
For a moment I felt the terror. The deep primeval terror of something one does not understand, something which is against nature or, at the least, against everything one has ever seen or known before.
Horror is not unimaginable, it has neither the face of a monster nor the bat-wings of a demon. It is calm and tranquil, and it is durable, lasting whole days and nights, months; years, perhaps. It is not mortal. It strikes at the eyes, only the eyes.
THE VALLEY OF FEAR
There is no terror so powerful as the one never faced.
Fear is good, for it makes us cautious and aids survival. Not so with terror. It is like slow poison, paralyzing the limbs and blurring the mind ... Never, when in danger, ask yourself, What will they do to me? Instead think, What can I do to prevent them?
Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat ...
I recognize terror as the finest emotion and so I will try to terrorize the reader. But if I find that I cannot terrify, I will try to horrify, and if I find that I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross-out. I'm not proud.
Never relinquish your terrors. That's when they catch you.
No, not horror. Enlightenment.
The terrorist threat is so cloudy, faceless, and vague, so manipulable by political purposes, so definitely present but indefinitely manifested, that it sometimes feels interchangeable with everyday dread itself.
We live under continual threat of two equally fearful, but seemingly opposed destinies: unremitting banality and inconceivable terror. It is fantasy, served out in large rations by the popular arts, which allows most people to cope with these twin specters.
Terror is the desire to save your own ass, but horror is rooted in sympathy.
The night is dark and full of terrors, and so are dreams.
In each human heart terror survives The ravin it has gorged: the loftiest fear All that they would disdain to think were true: Hypocrisy and custom make their minds The fanes of many a worship, now outworn. They dare not devise good for man's estate, And yet they know not that they do not dare.
I will do such things,
What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be
The terrors of the earth.
Fear is sweat, but terror is addictive.
This was the sort of situation that called for a certain amount of terror.
We have all our private terrors, our particular shadows, our secret fears. We are afraid in a fear which we cannot face, which none understands, and our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned like the layers of an onion, ourselves the last.
I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in't: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.
It was a simple thing. All terror is a simplicity. ("Interval In Sunlight")
There's a terror in knowing what the world is about
The people in flight from the terror behind-strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever.
Tragedy, as you know, is always a fait accompli, whereas terror always has to do with anticipation, with man's recognition of hisown negative potential
with his sense of what he is capable of.
Thy soul is by vile fear assailed
Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.
Terror is everywhere the beginning of religion.
Thousands of lives were suddenly ended by evil, despicable acts of terror. The pictures of airplanes flying into buildings, fires burning, huge structures collapsing, have filled us with disbelief, terrible sadness and a quiet, unyielding anger.
Beauty is only the start of bearable terror.
There is a place just past terror where it turns into calm ...
We live in a time of terror, and contrary to what we see on television and allow ourselves to believe, the real goal of terror is not to kill people but to kill thought; to so demoralize a society that it implodes from within.
Terror owned Adam. The old terror, the one that was just as much confusion and betrayal as fear itself.
Irrational terror is so hard to deal with.
Horror is the removal of masks.
What are the comprehensible terrors of man compared with the interlinked terrors and wonders of God!
Inviolable, untrod; goddesses,
Dread brood of Earth and Darkness, here abide.
Horror operates with complete autonomy. Generating ontological havoc, it is mephitic foam upon which our lives merely float. And ultimately, we must face up to it: Horror is more real than we are.
Every peace-filled moment you experience brings terror to the powers of darkness.
I went to sleep feeling like a terrorist. But I wasn't going to kill people, I was going to bring them back to life. That's a whole different kind of terror. It's the terror of god.
Terror was the key, of course, for there's a fine line between paralyzing dread and galvanizing fright.
We make trifles of terrors,
Ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge,
When we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
The attraction of horror is a mental, or even an intellectual, excitement, but the fascination of the repulsive, so noticeable incontemporary writing, can spring openly from some rotted substance within our civilization ...
You hold no horrors for me
Cruelty is a mystery, and the waste of pain. But if we describe a word to compass these things, a world that is a long, brute game, then we bump against another mystery: the inrush of power and delight, the canary that sings on the skull.
Nightmares are releases.
Not long ago, a novelist could believe he could have an effect on our consciousness of terror. Today, the men who shape and inflence human consciousness are the terrorists.
Joy is the reflex of terror.
Twin terrors: to be awake; to be asleep.
As though God had turned away from the wise, and written his decrees, not in the mind of man but in the entrails of beasts, or left them to be proclaimed by the inspiration and instinct of
fools, madmen, and birds. Such is the unreason to which terror can drive mankind!
A dread filled me, a dread unlike any I had ever felt. Not the terror of God, or his angels, but the sickly fear of man.
Terror is a form of urban planning.
They terrify lest they should fear.
At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful.
Horror spawns horror
They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.
O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
The black panic, that's what woke me; that all too familiar blend of terror and heinousness that buzzed beneath my skin where no eye could detect it and no scalpel could dig it out, where it would remain until I exorcised it out of me. Last night's memories were making their entrance.
Sometimes terror comes not from lighting a fuse but by merely suggesting the know how.
You haven't known terror until you've been chased by a man-sized crow.
Our passion for fear consumes us and gives birth to the imaginary. Once fear is unleashed, it feeds upon us and rips us apart like a wild animal. Its hold is great, narrow is the escape and treacherous the road. I know of what I speak, for I was once his victim.
The Devil's minions worked his treacherous plot through the hearts of men, possessing them, ruling them. These hounds of hell ran wild these days through their human hosts, working greater and greater abominations.
There's nothing like the vast, dark Atlantic to remind you of your mortality. But terror can also be exhilarating.
Every existence contains its primal trauma, an event dividing life into a before and an after, a trauma so great that even the most furtive memory of it is enough to make an individual freeze in irrational, incurable, animal terror.
No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.
Horror's a worm that needs to be coughed out before it breeds.
And what is beauty?" "Terror.
The people are in need of a dose of terror. They must feel that they have no choice, can effect no change, or we will have more change than we currently know how to handle.:
Panic and terror aren't the only kinds of fear. There are deeper kinds, more terrible kinds. Apprehension and heavy, heavy dread.
Horror by definition is the emotion of pure revulsion. Terror of the same standard, is that of fearful anticipation.
Fear is the assassin of dreams
Give me terror.
Flash.
Give me panic.
Flash.
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
There is no good terror and bad terror. Terror is terror. There's not terror that you can accept and terror that you cannot accept. Terror is terror. Murder is murder.
The thing that hunts me now thrives on terror. My terror. I fear he will come for me. I fear he will come for anyone who knows me.
I am surrounded by some sort of wretched specters, not by people. They torment me as can torment only senseless visions, bad dreams, dregs of delirium, the drivel of nightmares and everything that passes down here for real life.
For what secrets, what truths had those monstrous creatures of night to give us? What, of necessity, must be their terrible limits, if indeed we were to find them at all? What can the damned really say to the damned?
It preyed on human desire and it paid off by sheer terror.
All the terror I had dimly felt before rushed upon me actively and vividly, and I knew that I loathed the ancient and abhorrent creature so near me with an infinite intensity.
No one but Ronan knew the terrors that lived in his mind. Plagues and devils, conquerors and beasts.
Even death itself is made wretched by terror and fear.
How rough that wood was, wild, and terrible: By the mere thought my terror is renewed.
Whatever we repress eventually develops aspects of terror.
Horror is the badge of humanity, worn proudly, self-righteously, and often falsely.
All civilizations at some time have fallen into this total terror, when the mystery of life was a kind of panic only to be assuaged by the spilling of blood.
The screaming of the beasts becomes louder. One can no longer distinguish whence in this now quiet silvery landscape it comes; ghostly, invisible, it is everywhere, between heaven and earth it rolls on immeasurably.
There exists among the intolerable degraded, the perverse and powerful desire to force into the arena of the actual those fantastic crimes of which they have been accused, achieving their vengeance and their own destruction through making the nightmare real.
Witches, wolves, and moral friend There is horror that does not end War is waged and battles fought But have you stopped to count the cost? We are the ones backed by right We must strike with bold and might The cursed ones blamless be Warm them of the Hunters you see
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
Horrors of a nature most stern and most appalling would too frequently obtrude themselves upon my mind, and shake the innermost depths of my soul with the bare supposition of their possibility.
As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.
To live fully is to live with an awareness of the rumble of terror that underlies everything.
The truth is that there is no terror untempered by some great moral idea.
The Specters feast as vampires feast on blood, but the Specters' food is attention. A conscious and informed interest in the world. The immaturity of children is less attractive to them.
Sometimes those demons are frightening and sometimes they're beautiful.
There is only one way in which the murderous death agonies of the old society and the bloody birth throes of the new society can be shortened, simplified and concentrated, and that way is revolutionary terror.
Silently we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The memory of dreadful things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And horror stalked before each man,
And terror crept behind.
Horror waits in the shadows, even when you are closing your eyes.
Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.