Horror Fiction Quotes

“Cats are the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

“Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.”
― A.K. Kuykendall, The Possession

“For thin is the veil betwixt man and the godless deep. The skies are haunted by that which it were madness to know; and strange abominations pass evermore between earth and moon and athwart the galaxies. Unnameable things have come to us in alien horror and will come again. And the evil of the stars is not as the evil of earth.”
― Clark Ashton Smith, The Beast Of Averoigne

“Yeah, I'm a cow, man. Can you handle it?”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“Orpheus had found his wife waiting for him and bargained with Hades and Persephone for her release. But Dietmar had no sweet songs to soften the Devil's heart, only his love. Perhaps he would be forced to remain so that they might go free? He would take that bargain and be glad for it.”
― Mitchell Lüthi, Pilgrim: A Medieval Horror

“But I smiled. Because that’s what I do when I’m falling apart.”
― Poheli Author, Lust Marked: The beginning of the End

“It was funny, the way double murder put a damper on romance.”
― Joe Hill, King Sorrow

“All the world's natural horror do not compare to our humanmade ones.”
― Trang Thanh Tran, They Bloom at Night

“The days were sweet and full of love. But at night, the girls sat in the moonlight on the bench beneath Ned’s tree, and although I couldn’t see anything but their silhouettes, I knew my girls were not smiling. But I did not know they were conspiring.”
― Sean Thomas McDonnell, Beneath the Valley Oak

“Have you ever told a lie?”
― Jake Necroix, Daydreams

“Names change but blood remembers.”
― C.C. Kell, Legacy of the Eye

“But I could hear Mitzi nearby. She was still upstairs. If she saw me reading the comic book, she’d run downstairs and tell Dad for sure. Mitzi’s hobby is being a snitch.”
― R.L. Stine, Attack of the Mutant

“Lucky catch, Fatso!" Casey called. Margaret hated the name Fatso even more than she hated Princess. People in her family jokingly called her Fatso because she was so thin, like father.”
― R.L. Stine, Stay Out of the Basement

“I may die, but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery.”
― Mary Shelly, Frankenstein; or The Modern Prometheus

“Only death’s suture could bring final healing.”
― Jonathan Dunne, The Reek: An Old Castle Novel

“Gary Gillespie had seen too much in life to believe in life after death.”
― Jonathan Dunne, The Reek: An Old Castle Novel

“Turbulent rushes of air ran wild as the spirits of ghosts and the cries of souls were dragged across the threshold with a cadence of breath that was all too human.”
― Bladen Mercutio

“Some bloodlines inherit wealth. Ours inherited a promise.”
― Kanna

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein - Mary Shelley

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“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“There is nothing wrong with being a monster."

"You always know the right things to say.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“If you believe, God exists in every particle of the
universe; if you do not, even the idols in temples are nothing but stone. If you
hold true faith and devotion, He will surely reveal Himself to you.”
― Karan Samrat, Bloody Spell of Death: A Story of Betrayal, Black Magic & Miracles

“The Fox & Hound is old, as are these lands. My daddy used to take us here when we were children. I remember the hunts they’d have. I loved the horses, but the hounds and men scared me. And the poor fox! I begged my father not to harm the fox—to leave it be! All with tears in my eyes, of course. And now look at me, wearing a stoat—does that make me terribly cruel?”
― Sean Thomas McDonnell, Blood In The Yolk

“For centuries, people have dismissed strange occurrences as mere coincidences or “madness.”
― M. Mahdy, The Phantom Lover

“We are on the verge, all of us.

Times are dire.

We are about to be gathered again into the arms of the Mother, to become one flesh with her.

The Mother who gathers lost children.

The Mother I have seen in dark spaces since I was a little child.

Back when I called her "the mother with horse eyes."

We are about to meet her again.

We are about to be unborn.”
― _9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9, The Interface Series

“The part of us that's me argues about that; who defines love, what is love, isn't it all just chemical crap, invented by us, bought and sold by humans?
The part of us that's Axa tells me to shut up and LOVE, dammit.”
― Drew Huff, My Name Isn't Paul

“Why won't I let him help me? It's a bad habit of mine, not letting people help. It comes right after my first and worst habit of safely assuming they won't notice that I need help in the first place, or even if they do, that they won't offer it or will offer it but not actually mean it.”
― Rachel Even Moulton

“The infamous professional torturer spoke the language of snakes and had a reptilian companion up his sleeve. Speaking of his looks, while his natural hair was blonde, he liked disguising it with different colours, like copper.”
― Celine Blackwood, The Fateful Journey

“If she had magic, she'd imagine it being aesthetically pleasing, in the least. But what she saw was intimidating. She looked at herself in the full-height mirror in her bedroom. Scary and sexy - those were the adjectives she could best come up with in this turn of events.”
― Celine Blackwood

“Fireflies danced in the warm, heavy air. Tarmac wound in a ribbon as smooth as a tumbled stone. The cream house at the end of the cul-de-sac looked like a wedding cake. Tulip poplar trees gathered around with their feather leaves dripping off the boughs.

A strange man, dark and gnarled, rapped at the door three times.

Inside the great hall, Mac Owens, a housewife, set down her brandy on ice.

She peered out at him and revealed a floral print dress.

“We don’t like solicitors,” she said, although she was home alone.”
― Addy Evenson