Horror Quotes

Horror Quote of the day

Invitation to Dance-It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom.But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark.May I have the pleasure?

All kinds of magic are out of date and done away with, except in India, where nothing changes in spite of the shiny, top-scum stuff that people call 'civilization.

Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.

I am your number one fan.

He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

Lover, " she whispers, and closes her eyes.It falls upon her.Love is like dying.

It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

stop now before i kill youa word to the wise from your friendPENNYWISE

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.

A true god surely cannot have been born of a girl, nor died on the gibbet, nor be eaten in a piece of dough... [or inspired] books, filled with contradictions, madness, and horror.

The things a man sees when he ain't got a gun.--Watson the Caretaker

I knew there were no ghosts in there, but on the other hand, what if there were?

the people are the biggesthorror show on earth, have been forcenturies.

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?And shall I couple Hell?

Silently we went round and round, And through each hollow mindThe memory of dreadful thingsRushed like a dreadful wind, And horror stalked before each man, And terror crept behind.

Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.

There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

It's not the books by Stephen King that I read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

Never will you talk to me like that again.

It ain't the blows we're dealt that matter, but the ones we survive.

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

Quiet people have the loudest minds.

There’s an idea that hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition.

Pack up all my care and woe, blackbird, bye-bye

Death in the horror movies is when the monsters get you.

We'll eat your steam and lap up your blood. But first, we'll drink your screams

Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.

Those aren't doors, and they're not opening. Those are crypts, Richie. They're cracking open and the vampires you thought were dead are all flying out again.

Where there is no imagination there is no horror.

Maybe this isn't home, nor ever was- maybe home is where I have to go tonight. Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.

Donald Trump is worse than any horror story I've written.

I can see your dirtypillows.

It all floats down here!

Horror spawns horror

What none of them knew, of course, was that Carrie White was telekinetic.

Moonlight flooded in the windows and silvered the room, turning it into a lagoon of dreams

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

Kill you all!" The clown was laughing and screaming. "Try to stop me and I'll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can't stop me!

There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

Monsters are real and ghosts are real too they live inside us and sometimes they win.

You may live to see man-made horrors beyond your comprehension.

Never tell to much. The monster is always scarier when it is still under the child's bed.

You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.

Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.