#horro

Here is a list of terrible things, The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings The rabid bite of the dogs of war, The voice of one who went before, But most of all the mirror's gaze, Which counts us out our numbered days. ↗

— Clive Barker

#fantasy #fear #horror #poem #scary

If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#crave #horror #inspiration #oblivion #paranormal

There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#life

It was no ape, neither was it a man. It was some shambling horror spawned in the mysterious, nameless jungles of the south, where strange life teemed in the reeking rot without the dominance of man, and drums thundered in temples that had never known the tread of a human foot. ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#evocative #horror #pulp #life

I take up my own pen again - the pen of all my old unforgettable efforts and sacred struggles. To myself - today - I need say no more. Large and full and high the future still opens. It is now indeed that I may do the work of my life. And I will. ↗

— Henry James

#ghost #horror #work #life

The best of humanity's recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance. ↗

— Aberjhani

#creativity #harlem-renaissance #history #horror #humanity

...That insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him, and deposed him out of life. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#horror #life

I'm sixteen with what I hope will be a long life ahead, but I'm willing to give it up, to give anything to let her live, to let her make it through the night. ↗

— Travis Thrasher

#christian-fiction #good-reads #horror #redemption #solitary

Life is a journey, not a destination. (Unk) ↗

— G. Bernard Ray

#life

Henry,' at last said one, again dipping the spoon into the flaming spirit, 'hast thou read Hoffman?' 'I should think so,' said Henry. 'What think you of him?' 'Why, that he writes admirably; and, moreover, what is more admirable - in such a manner that you see at once he almost believes that which he relates. As for me, I know very well that when I read him of a dark night, I am obliged to creep to bed without shutting my book, and without daring to look behind me.' 'Indeed; then you love the terrible and fantastic?' 'I do,' said Henry. ("The Dead Man's Story ↗

— James Hain Friswell

#eta-hoffmann #fantastic #fantastique #fear #horror