Macabre Quotes

Quotes tagged as "macabre" (showing 1-30 of 46)
Terry Pratchett
“Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them”
Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

Oscar Wilde
“But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.”
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Neil Gaiman
“It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.”
Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

Shirley Jackson
“You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine, is it still in use? You are wondering, has it been cleaned? You may very well ask, was it thoroughly washed?”
Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

Victor Hugo
“I see black light (his last words)”
Victor Hugo

H.P. Lovecraft
“That's because only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear - the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memories of fright, and the proper colour contrasts and lighting effects to stir the dormant sense of strangeness.”
H.P. Lovecraft, Pickman's Model

Shirley Jackson
“I wonder if I could eat a child if I had the chance.'
'I doubt if I could cook one,' said Constance.”
Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

Edward Gorey
“Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.”
Edward Gorey

Kevin Hearne
“On a Creep Scale from Hello Kitty to Cthulhu, I award it a Freddy
Krueger.

Granuaile MacTiernan”
Kevin Hearne, A Test of Mettle

“The skeleton key unlocks the mind and swings open the door of imagination. A far better place than here A much safer place than there The quintessential somewhere The mystical nowhere The enigmatic anywhere My gift to you - the key to everywhere.
The mortal will find itself lost while the soul always knows the way it is grateful for the darkness and celebrates the day

I can give you peace my peace I give you... but I cannot be your savior or your god - I cannot be the light along your path - I can only give you the lamp and point the way.

The blind will see... the deaf will hear... but those who choose reason will never understand.

Woe to the ones who think they know the answers they will cease to ask the questions that may be their own salvation.

We possess the knowledge of the Universe from conception. Once born we are taught to forget.

If we cannot look out at our world and see our children's vision then we are truly blind we are unable to lead them to paradise.

"Even people who are in the dark search for their shadows. Shadows exist only if there is light. We will never find total darkness - not even in death... ...and we always cast a shadow no matter how overcast our skies become. You are never alone."

Do not listen to the voice that shouts to you from behind desks behind podiums behind altars. Do not pay attention to the orators and the opportunists. Do not be distracted by the promises made behind masks. Listen to the quiet. Listen to the whispers as they gently guide you through the assaults of man's absurdities. Listen to the gentle breathing of your mother and lay your head to rest in her peace and in her warm embrace and understand that truth and power lie within you. Breathe silence.

The free bird will always return to the cage sooner or later to seek food and water and the loving hand of it's caretaker.”
M. Teresa Clayton

Oscar Wilde
“The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination,
made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain,
danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.”
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Sarah Vowell
“Owen is the most Hitchcockian preschooler I ever met. He's three. He knows maybe ninety word and one of them is 'crypt'?”
Sarah Vowell, Assassination Vacation

Kahlil Gibran
“What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?”
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Johnny Daggers
“To drive oneself mad is an art form very few truly understand.”
Johnny Daggers

Mary H.K. Choi
“He couldn't believe Jude's mute, macabre roommate had saved his life. He wondered if he'd have to get her a small taxidermied spider or something for her efforts.”
Mary H.K. Choi, Emergency Contact

Derek Landy
“This necklace has cost two very fine men their lives. At times I wear it in tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, I wear it because it goes with this skirt, - China Sorrows”
Derek Landy, Playing with Fire

Tom Upton
“Poor kid-- all she’d wanted to do was get her teeth fixed. ”
Tom Upton

Neil Gaiman
“The Sky was red, but not warm red of a sunset. This was an angry, glowering red, the colour of an infected wound.”
Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

Melika Dannese Lux
“If I were pressed, I would admit that she was beautiful, in a dead bride sort of way.”
Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

Claire Fuller
“In the middle, the river was a deep green, scattered with rocks poking their noses up for a breath. The water charged around them, creating eddies and whirlpools. Closer to the bank, the current dragged lengths of weed along with it so it seemed that long-haired women swam just under the surface, never coming up for air.”
Claire Fuller, Our Endless Numbered Days

Angela B. Chrysler
“And the silence, it cuts me. The silence, it gores me,

Spilling my blood as the rain falls on me.

Excerpt from "Silence”
Angela B. Chrysler

“Таково, например, впервые появившееся в литературном французском языке
в 1376 г. важное слово "macabre" (многие исследователи пытались выяснить
происхождение слова, есть целый ряд несводимых гипотез). Оно вошло во все
европейские языки, и в словарях переводится на русский язык как
погребальный, мрачный, жуткий и т.п. Но эти слова не передают
действительного смысла слова macabre, он гораздо значительнее и страшнее. В
искусстве Запада создано бесчисленное множество картин, миниатюр и гравюр
под названием "La danse macabre" - "Пляска смерти". Это - целый жанр
(главное в нем то, что "пляшет" не Смерть и не мертвец, а "мертвое Я" -
неразрывно связанный с живым человеком его мертвый двойник). Пляска смерти
стала разыгрываться актерами. В историю вошло описание представления Пляски
смерти в 1449 г. во дворце герцога Бургундского.”
Сергей Кара-Мурза

Chris Priestley
“I would sometimes see them among the trees, as I did this particular day. They did not come near and never said a word. They stood silently among the shadows.”
Chris Priestley, Uncle Montague's Tales of Terror

“I'm a fucking Unicorn - So what.!”
Jmemo

Angela B. Chrysler
“In death we vanquished enemies,

In death, we slew our foes.

Blood soaked rage engulfed our blades,

When blood lust took its hold.



In death, a darkness troubled one,

In death, concealed, undone.

Deep in darkness dragons wait,

When blood would set the sun.



In death, we glorified his name.

In death, we saw too late,

When drink, to him, we raised in praise,

The dragon sealed his fate.



In death, we lived. In death, we fought.

In death, we grew to hate.

In death, the blackened wraith released,

The blinded shade beneath.



In death, his darkened eyes grew dim.

In death, his mind was lost within.

With blackened eyes, he slew his kin,

In death, we lost to him.



In death, I took up sword and slew.

In death, the dragon’s wrath ensued.

We had no choice. The dragon fumed.

In death, he was consumed.



In death, our brother’s blood deplored,

In death, our brother, did I gore,

When I rose up and killed one more.

His blood ensconced my sword.



From death, his mutterings are weak.

From death, his voice, to me, it speaks.

Entombed within my brother’s keep,

Revived in death, he sleeps.”
Angela B. Chrysler, Dolor and Shadow

“Words of sorrow in head, painting love faith and trust pitch black; aching breaking cutting heart, blood-red!”
Jmemo

Edgar Allan Poe
“This apartment, which you no doubt profanely suppose to be the shop of Will Wimble the undertaker --a man whom we know not, and whose plebeian appellation has never before this night thwarted our royal ears --this apartment, I say, is the Dais-Chamber of our Palace, devoted to the councils of our kingdom, and to other sacred and lofty purposes.”
Edgar Allan Poe, King Pest

Georges Rodenbach
“The man did not attempt to deny it: 'Yes! It's the fault of
this town.'

The woman, pale and mournful, agreed: 'It's not our fault.
Death is stronger than Love here.' ("The Dead Town")”
Georges Rodenbach, Hans Cadzand's Vocation & Other Stories

Laurell K. Hamilton
“Orospu çocuğu kan emicilerle çıkmaya başladığından beri bana hiç bir konuda tüm gerçeği anlattığına inanmıyorum Anita'
'Politik olarak doğrusunu söylemek gerekirse,senin o orospu çocuğu kan emici dediğin vampir, ST Louis'nin Şehir Efendisi Dolp'
'O seninde efendinmi Anita?'
'Ne?'
'Şehir Efendisinin insan hizmetkarımısın?”
Laurell K. Hamilton, Danse Macabre

Amy Cross
“You won't feel a thing, old boy," he adds with an incongruous smile. "Not after the agonizing pain, anyway.”
Amy Cross, The Vampires of Tor Cliff Asylum

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