Horror Fantasy Quotes

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

…Late at night, when the hour is none, I dream the dreams of the damned.

She was a predator - a creature of the night who rejoiced in the thrill of the hunt.

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

Rap un zeal' Demon within. I might as well put up a giant 'Come and Get Eaten' sign for the good those warning runes do.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

Games are never over because you think them so! Which is why I like you. Are you doing what you want to do...or are you simply another piece of a darkened puzzle? Your own actions predetermined by powers higher than yourself?

The villagers had removed their masks. They displayed their true faces. And they were dreadful, diabolic visages. Blasted skin hung from shrunken mouths and red veins burst from their skin, leaving pronounced contours akin to miniature rivers. Each throbbed and pulsed, at home on scabby foreheads.I balked. The eyes drew all attention.Silver coins replaced eyeballs. They glinted with the same alluring lustre as the ones I had coveted in the chests. Instantly, dreadfully, I knew they were one and the same – accursed treasure used for nefarious sight, a symbol of the damned. And yet, the more I stared, the more I coveted them.

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

The marine underworld stretched below the ship and embodied many secrets. The disappearance of Olga had become one of the mysteries that would remain with Stefania and her family. The disappearance of her baby sister and sudden departure from her home had taught the ten-year-old that life was filled with uncertainties. But she was willing to forget that for a little while.She jumped down from the barrel and headed toward Liam, Felix, and the other shipmates. They would sing shanties and talk of the constellations, the sea, its creatures, and the legends. It would get her through another night.La Suerte was the only stability for her passengers with the infinite unknown all around them. The waters of the sea, the world below the surface, and the sky that stretched beyond the horizon was a representation of the limitless possibilities and dangers awaiting those aboard.

Never give up! And write for yourself first and foremost.

Stop wiggling - you’ll move when I move you.

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

Something warned me that what I might see would haunt me forever.

And now the bad Mommy was here – outside his window. With a little whimper, he ran back to the bed, jumped in, and pulled the covers over his head.Good Mommy was gone now…and bad Mommy had come to eat him up.

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.

Famine was a dirty bitch with rotten fangs, but the hunger she put in a belly bit sharp nonetheless.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills from my lips in frothy discomposure. It splatters the pavement like a spray of blood.

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

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!

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

Magic is a naughty beast.

Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless...regardless he did not require it for long.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

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

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

Even in death, may you be triumphant

New beginnings come with the tail of the red-winged blackbird. Here’s to hoping my daddy was right.

Am I Dead?"Had she fallen to her doom and this was all an elaborate fantasy? Was this the place between life and death? Her eyes welled up with tears and she ran towards the man that wasn't there, wanting to cling to him, to find something to save her from this torture.

Where do I go from here? She thought to herself.Truth was, it didn’t matter.She had a new beginning.

What you seem to forget is that I'm not one of the embodiments of evil. I'm one of the embodiments of fear. That means I know what makes evil quake in the light of the sun.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

As the helpless vampire watched the transformation, it started screaming. It was still screaming when his rows of razor sharp teeth sank into its throat.

No, not my spirit, just my ego, and my arms, and my chest, and my back, but luckily they are just bruised.” Squanto responded, “I fear you may not be so lucky.

It was Halloween eve, And I was yearning alone waiting for my soul mate Ethan, He was expected by now for the celebrations in our bedroom, We planned for this, many months back, and now I was getting restless, My dick was erect and making a pole in my boxer - tough to handle 9 inches long of yearning all alone.

It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.

I like to make blank pages darker. It's this thing I do.

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.