Tis now
the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear
William Shakespeare:
Hamlet
From
ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
Scottish Saying
One need
not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Emily Dickinson
Where there is no imagination there is no horror.
Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle: A study in Scarlet
There is something
haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a
disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
Joseph Conrad: Lord Jim
To
suffering there is a limit; to fearing, none.
Sir
Francis Bacon: Essays, Of Seditions and
Troubles
Men fear
death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children
is increased with tales, so is the other.
Sir
Francis Bacon: Essays, Of Death
Deep
into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven
The oldest
and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of
fear is fear of the unknown.
H. P. Lovecraft: Supernatural horror in Literature
Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't
see where it keeps its brain.
J. K. Rowling: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows
to anybody.
Mark Twain: Following the Equator
I know of the leafy paths that the witches take
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake....
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake....
William Butler
Yeats: The Withering of the Boughs
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