Horror Fantasy Quotes - Page 2

Melody began to mumble incomprehensibly under her breath as she worked frantically on securing her most important papers into bankers boxes.tHer father stomped into her room, eating a banana.tMelody looked up at him with a sweaty and nauseated look on her face. “What are you tramping around so heavily about?” she asked him.tBernie finished the last of the banana, and then held the peel in his hand as though it were a washcloth he had just found on the floor of a gym locker room.tMelody pointed to her trashcan with her eyes.t“I make an insane amount of noise when I approach you, because you once yelled at me claiming that I was 'sneaking up on you',” Bernie replied, using finger quotes on the last phrase. “That kind of treatment stays with a guy.”tMelody shook her head. Her father knew how much she hated finger quotes. Why he insisted on using them was beyond her. “I was five at the time”, she said.t“Ah,” Bernie said, with a knowing grin on his face. “The angry period.

You keep squintin' in Savage's dark corners, you gonna wish yourself blind.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

And maybe that is exactly what happened…he walked away and never woke up…

You can’t get the blood out.

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

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

Gods do not decide who goes to Heaven or who goes to Hell. That is for the Cosmic Forces to decide. You are as close to being like a God than you ever will be. Gods are the creators and if they are proud of their work they will remain as silent watchers. This isn’t like the ancient times when Gods would interfere in the affairs of man, or whatever creatures they created. They became arrogant and selfish in their deeds, only concerned with their own private agendas and using their creations as tools of blackmail and spite. It got so they were completely shaping the destinies of worlds just to seduce a sibling into practicing explicit acts of intercourse. They were incestuous monstrosities who were given far too many liberties, and they abused the power bestowed upon them. Eventually the Cosmic Forces intervened and limited the powers of the Gods. These days Gods are not born and they do not perform sex. The few that are left are merely prisoners of the Cosmic Forces, free to roam across the Multiverse and create, but unable to indulge in their own egotistical fantasies. They have become tortured souls, much like their creations.

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.

The mind is a thing capable of destroying itself when deep grief sets in, and when left alone to muse over one’s misery, the most irreparable damage can be done. You need people to heal.

I’m not a bad person.

I looked at Vicki. My beautiful Vicki. My dream. My love. My life.

I get a kick out of cursing people for life on Sundays.

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

When my mother died, I thought I’d drown in sorrow. But my grandmother said something very wise, and I’ve always held it close to my heart. She said that not even the sea is infinite, and neither is grief.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

You got what you deserved. Now be a man and confess to what most of us already know.

He screamed in agony as large black wings erupted from his back - each had four large talons on it.

Snow came back, but she didn't come back right.

Drive. He’s already dead.

Leaning forward in the chair, Harley squeezed out a controlled fart, so no one could hear it. This damn reception area was like a echo chamber. If he weren’t careful, it could reverberate around the hall like a shotgun blast.

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 possibilites and dangers awaiting those aboard.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.