Thriller Quotes - Page 3

And in a land accustomed to so much anguish, Chase tried to be careful with words. His soccer moms began assigningnicknames during the first day of official practice: Difom, Kakas, Kochma, and Maldyok, which roughly translated to Deformed, Carcass, Nightmare, and Bad Eye.He made a new rule regarding nicknames.

He could sense in her the same spirit that ran in his veins. They were people with independent minds. They were not clerks at desks. They preferred to act. Accomplish something. They were rushing to reach the end. Such people need to be left alone. They are used to the darkness, the silence, the waiting. They belong to the same family. That of leopards.

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

I was fascinated by information about the Earth's magnetic field in my geological studies, and started wondering what would happen if long-overdue changes in geomagnetism manifested in modern times. I decided, working with my wife Tiane, to take these ideas further by adding a dash of adventure and dramatic twists and turns exploring how different types of people, good and bad, might react.

One day you see a man walking down the road, the next day you come to his yard and find him dead... Why is it that he cannot do what the living do? It is because the thing that gave power to these parts is no longer there. That is the duppy, and that is the most powerful part of any man. Everybody has evil in them, and when a man is alive... he will not abandon himself to many evil things. But when the duppy leaves the body, it no longer has anything to restrain it and it will do more terrible things than any man ever dreamed of.- From 'Tell My Horse: Voodoo and Life in Haiti and Jamaica', Zora Neale Hurston, 1938

There will always be con artists, I know that,” Warren admitted. “But that doesn’t mean clairvoyance isn’t real.

The darkness inside your head is something your imagination fills with stories that have nothing to do with the real darkness around you

Had a big trial. It was like an Errol Flynn movie.

What is my favorite part of book one? It would have to be the last chapter because that’s when the consequences catch up to Eric and it became clear that what he considered fun and games for nearly a year almost got Tina killed.

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.

.No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." Friedrich Nietzsche

Life is too short to spend another moment imprisoned by the will of another.

It suddenly occurred to him that for the first time in years, they were about to be alone together for more than five minutes.tJust the two of them. On a small jet. Tens of thousands of feet in the air.tChrist.tMaybe he should've packed a parachute, just in case.

As she walked to the stairway, he pulled her back with a light tug on her shoulder. "They're responding to you now."tTurning to face him, she said, "Responding to me? What did I say?"t"The hallway was full of them. When you said we were going downstairs to eat, they started filing down the stairs."t"They all took the stairs?"tEddie nodded, his shining, gifted eyes watching the ghostly procession.tHe said, "They don't want to be far from you, Jess. And I'm not entire sure it's well intentioned."t"Come to use," the voices whispered.

Jace watched as the moon rose over the pines and scattered the mountainside with fool's gold. He rested against a large tree trunk as he leaned back into the dark shadow of the boughs and kicked himself mentally for thinking this was going to be easy. He should have known finding someone as complicated as Bo Hamilton wouldn't be easy.

For a moment she believed he had left, but as she shifted away from the wall she sensed him there beside the bed. He was very close.tWretched curiosity!t But she would fight it and not look.t“Katherine,” he whispered, his breath rolling in a warm wave across her cheek. A traitor tear spilled out, the humiliation was too much to contain. Gently, a finger dabbed the wetness from her skin. He said it again, softly, as though it pleased him just to say it, “Katherine.”t“Viktor!” the accented voice bellowed from below. And then the shadow was gone. tDarkness overwhelmed her then and carried her away to a land of crows and mocking strangers.

There is a Pirate in each of us"!

A voice flat enough to fit under a door crack.

Where we come from... is not nearly as startling as where we are going.

She had traveled to more cities, had experienced more scenes, than anyone she knew, and still she had come away from it all with only an abysmal sense of dissatisfaction. When would it all begin, the good part of this story she was living? When would she find her destiny, her purpose? When would she have the control her mother wielded, the drive her father possessed? When would she cease living the same wretched days over and over? Why was she still feeling empty and meaningless? Why—after all this time—did her purpose in life still escape her?

No evil ever came from a woman’s womb that wasn’t placed there first by a man.’... Tantie Neptune, Lucifer's Key by Charles A. Cornell, due 2013

Her biggest fear was that Flynn would walk away before she could even start to worry about him not coming home.

Oh, man, she's gonna love you,' Max said. 'Physically. A lot.

... the only difference between carnivores and plants is that the latter eat meat through ‘translator’ organisms. Maggots and bacteria ‘pre-chew’ dead animal matter, which plants then absorb as nutrients. So if eating pre-chewed food does not change the fact that a baby is human, why should a plant be any less of a carnivore because it out-sources the digestion of animal protein to organisms of decay?

It is. And yet so few really are free. Nearly all people live in prisons of their own making, regardless of their faith, creed, sex or race.

Faithfully, Calvi was following the rules to the letter. He knew one thing: Whatever was in that document had caused the death of the leader of the Catholic Church. Who’d be next?

sometimes life isn’t worth the pain. i’m going for a swim. goodbye, my love.

Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it’s the Beach Boys’ California Dreamin’. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they’ve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. ‘Hear you’re a surfer boy!’ she says and she mimics riding a wave.

But you're a monk!

Here we are, squabbling over tuna fucking sandwiches and there she is – almond-shaped green eyes, snub nose, lopsided grin, the hint of a dimple in her cheek. ‘MISSING’ is stamped over her face in large black letters.

My power grew angry that it was confined to my petite frame and pulled against my taut skin. Growing bolder, it tore through my skin to lay flat against my outer edge. The glowing energy began to solidify against my flesh; it lengthened to mold itself to my frame and contained me in a transparent cocoon. I flexed my fingers against the waxy surface and began to panic. I was cut off from my coven now and could not feel their thoughts. I could see the panic on their faces as I fell onto my side to convulse.

It was like a commercial for laundry detergent or tampons or a prescription medication with death listed as a possible side effect.

Truth has a resonance to it that fills the cracks where falsehoods lie.

Terry loved candlelight dinners and red wine. It was a nice contrast from work.And killing people.

There was noise in the corridor outside Alice’s office; and though it was nothing of concern, they separated. Roger stood, fingers tucked into his waistcoat pockets, admiring prints on the wall that held no interest for him. The noise was Melanie, but her voice, a length of razor wire wrapped in a soufflé, eventually faded.

I really don't know how he does it. How he can take any situation and seduce its pants off. It's a talent really.

Every time I think I'm about to seize the moment, it drifts back into the shadows, just beyond my reach.

You think I started out like this?Well, I didn't.I started out like anyone else - young and hopeful. I started out arrogant and in love, assuming the whole dizzy world was where it should be: at my feet. I started out - well, I started out a little like you.

As the sun rules the day and the moon governs the night, so too, we are connected by: the air that we breathe, light that we see and the darkness that follows. Life is too short to waste it on disagreements. Surely, we can all agree to disagree. So let us find a common ground, form a union and spread joy, happiness and freedom around the world for the benefit of you, me and the future generations to come.

I liked the idea of a person shedding their life, and someone else putting it on. -Oliver Harris on writing The Hollow Man for Crime Time online magazine

Copyright Promotes Creativity by Proscribing the Right to Copy

Never is a man more proud than when he shuffles paper in front of an illiterate person.

If I wanted you to understand, I would have explained it better ~ Aarush Kashyap

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.

Snowmageddon.Dirty glacial clouds hammered the city's anvil. On the District of Columbia’s northwestern edge, gusts of snow rolled across the Park Road Bridge like volcanic ash.

You can’t suspend me…I quit. I’ve seen a new side to this company in the past few months. I want nothing to do with it. Consider this as me giving in my notice. Now get away from my computer so I can finish my fucking job.” - Vincent

It wasn't the wild animals that scared her, but the civilised ones.

This isn’t how things were supposed to happen. I was supposed to be me. Not this.

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

What is a monster? Something that grows hair all over and howls? Could be. But the real monster is within, and when it comes out, it’s as fugly as you see it, or as it lets you see it.

But it turned out you couldn't run from your past. It always found a way to track you down.

There is good weird and good strange and bad weird and bad strange. Your Daddy is good weird and good strange.

We thought we were invincible and Dominic proved us all wrong,” - Jesse Carlisle

I understand, gentlemen,” John Kennedy said. “If you find that life it’s not easy, let me tell you, death is worse.

Thrills are much more about anticipation than action. An unfired bullet is more dangerous than one that has already met its target.

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

Everything is red, freakin pink, and all heartsy. Everywhere! It’s driving me insane!

It's never too late.

Perfection all the time would drive them mad. For every perfect little town, there's something ugly underneath. No dream without the nightmare.