Thriller Quotes - Page 10

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.
Steven Ramirez
This place is Hell’s waiting room.
Steven Ramirez
There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.
Steven Ramirez
People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.
Steven Ramirez
I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.
Steven Ramirez
I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills from my lips in frothy discomposure. It splatters the pavement like a spray of blood.
Rebecca Clare Smith
You’re beautiful when you do that.”She dropped her gaze to his. “What’s that?”“Smile.
Airicka Phoenix
Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and relationships are painted in warm, sour crimson.
Katlyn Charlesworth
The future will never bend to the fleeting hopes of the man."From "Lucifer's Ladder: God of the Fallen, Book One
W.D. Frank
It was a soulless gaze, burning with a wild hatred that shouldn’t be there in anyone who could call themselves a parent.
Jess C. Scott
Insanity is the only real escape from the banality of our lives. - Clara Bayliss
John Hennessy
Birds chirped and hawked in the distance. A group of them, maybe vultures, circled the sky. Rae glanced at the blanket. Those damn birds could probably smell Marissa, and the second everyone left, they'd pounce on her.
Yawatta Hosby
Yeah, there has to be a few screws loose when a girl asks you to drop everything to spend a three-day weekend on very short notice, and you say okey dokey without a care in the world.
Yawatta Hosby
Just one pit stop, Rae. One pit stop that won't even take an hour. Then it's over. It's finally over.
Yawatta Hosby
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
Stuart Keane
The Kahn spoke to his disfigured expert. Mal-Greb, confused at first, listened, nodded and bowed his head like the slave he was. Jani Beg momentarily seized with energy grabbed the smaller man by the shoulders and breathed into his face “Hurl them back to Hell!”The wild look in the Kahn’s eyes was something that Mal-Greb understood.And so they began.
Karl P.T. Walsh
Underground, in the dark wet hole that was home to the spiders and the rats, something moved. It had no right to be down there but it belonged nowhere else. Half drowned half alive it pushed the water ahead of it into the culverts and drains as it passed. Right under the city and out into the suburbs and fields these tunnels fed into the river and the network of canals that had fed the industrial revolution. A thousand eyes, some blinded, that had never seen the sun strained in the soiled darkness. It struggled on and it listened with a thousand ears not its own and it cried.
Karl P.T. Walsh
Bruises and dried blood covered her face, giving the illusion of chicken pox.
Yawatta Hosby
I've always said women are vicious creatures - Detective Zach Grimes
Lauren Bradshaw
What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night
William Peter Blatty
Who gave you a gun?''The army.''Why?''That's what the army does, Simon.
A. Ashley Straker
The military operation swiftly became one of disaster management and damage control, search and rescue.
A. Ashley Straker
He realised he was in a chair. The world was white and blurry in half his vision, and it took him a few moments to realise a sheet of paper was stuck to his face.
A. Ashley Straker
Sometimes, we are so focused on what we want that we are blind to the things that make us happy. It’s just incredible, and when I focus on what is right in front of me, nothing else matters. All my worries vanish.
Paige Dearth
They shared a sensation that was as addictive as a needle full of heroin to a street junkie.
Paige Dearth
Regress towards progress - Dr Wannamaker
Lauren Bradshaw
His desire for this to be a joke was quickly replaced by a desire for whiskey.
A. Ashley Straker
Max?' he asked.'Yeah?''...What are you doing?''Shooting people.
A. Ashley Straker
Something was wrong with the devices themselves. Digging deep into the internal structure of the circuit boards with powerful microscopes, Simon's team had discovered broken and incorrect connections, electronic dead-ends, short circuits, and nonsensical pathways.
A. Ashley Straker
The unfortunate 8075 hadn't survived his assault, splintering apart, fragments of its casing skittering across the bench. The battery within had split along its plane, revealing something as out-of-place as a missile in a bathtub.
A. Ashley Straker
He had no problem with flies or bugs or beetles, even creepy ones like earwigs and cockroaches...Six legs were fine, but eight were alien and unnatural.'The same number of legs as four fully-grown serial killers!
A. Ashley Straker
Odessa sighed. 'When I said you were one of the smartest people in the company, I was referring solely to your technical abilities. Now get to work.
A. Ashley Straker
But the things in the batteries couldn't be spiders. It just wasn't possible. There had to be another explanation. But of what kind?
A. Ashley Straker
He reached the ground floor and flung the door open, fleeing into the street. He glanced back and saw that she wasn't following, so he slowed to a halt. His pulse raced. The entranceway was dark, the door swinging slowly closed. Movement to his left caught his attention: the camera on the corner of the building that covered the resident's parking. It swivelled to point directly at him, and he stared at it for a moment, suddenly doubtful it was a closed-circuit system after all.He ran for his car, and the camera followed.
A. Ashley Straker
Simon shook his head. 'I don't want to be a hero. I'd rather abandon the technology altogether, sit on a hill and speak to my neighbours by smoke-signal.
A. Ashley Straker
...a fissure appeared. Splinters of plastic broke away around it, and the fissure widened, radiating further fractures.When the first leg broke out, Simon tried to shriek.
A. Ashley Straker
Simon stopped listening. He realised he'd had enough. Enough of the theories, enough of the mystery, enough of the bullshit. Enough of the soldiers and guns and MI5. Enough of bugs in phones and in people he cared about. Enough of not being cared about back. Enough of uncertainty and lies and civilisation, collapsing or not. Enough of is part in it, his place, his role; the character of Simon Parfitt and all the baggage it entailed.
A. Ashley Straker
It was one thing to talk about ghosts, quite another to have them messing around with things in the physical world.
Hunter Shea
She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.
A. Ashley Straker
Yes' Simon nodded. 'This would suggest that these patterns grow inside the batteries until a critical point is reached, when the shapes develop no further, and the phone ceases to function.
A. Ashley Straker
There's so many kids," he said low enough so only Jessica could hear. "We're going to walk right into them in two more steps."tIf it gave Jessica pause, he didn't sense it. Instead she seemed to pull him faster.tA frigid hand closed around his heart, freezing the ebb and flow of his blood.tEddie gasped, overcome with the chill of a thousand deep, dark graves.
Hunter Shea
This was a part he didn't like. It made him feel like a jailer, or a kidnapper.t"Another sin, another string of Hail Marys," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. So much was riding on this. It could all blow up in their faces. If he was still a betting man, that's where he'd lay his money. Too many moving parts that weren't in line with one another.tPraying wasn't an option. God didn't have time for deceivers.
Hunter Shea
She fished a gum wrapper and pen from her bag and wrote down her number. "I'd like to stay friends with you and Jason. That's my cell number. You can call me any time you want, except at two-thirty-six in the morning."tAlice cocked her head. "How come I can't call you at two-thirty-six/"t"I need that minute to sleep," Jessica said, smiling.
Hunter Shea
Fear is quite the anaesthetic
A. Ashley Straker
Which grave are we in?" she said.t"The oldest." She felt Eddie's puzzlement.t"That can't be possible. He looks like he was just buried."t"There must be something at work in the chemistry of the island that's preserving his body. It's like the incorruptibles, bodies that weren't preserved in any special way that don't decay. Catholic saints like Bernadette and Padre Pio are said not to have decomposed even though they died a long, long time ago. Environmental factors can cause a kind of mummification."tJessica said, or thought, "This is bizarre. I'm getting a lesson on mummification while in the coffin of a dead man.
Hunter Shea
You told us this place was haunted. How haunted is it?"Paul cast a quick glance at the house. "I'm not sure. When they found the bodies twenty years ago, the place became off-limits. That was horror enough. There were whispers of strange stuff going on before then, but no one is alive who could verify a thing. Somehow, an urban legend grew about the whole island. "Don't go near haunted Ormsby Island. They say a reporter went out alone one night just after the mass murder had been discovered and never came back. Since anyone who had committed the murders was either dead or gone at that point, it had to be the island itself that offed the reporter. Mitch, Ormsby Island isn't even on most maps of Charleston Harbor. Locals will turn away the moment you even say its name.
Hunter Shea
Yeah, I get it. I'll be cool as a well digger's ass."tHe jumped when the front door slammed shut, the harsh bang echoing around the trees.tMitch shook his head. "That well digger must be working in a hot spring.
Hunter Shea
Before they knew it, Ormsby Island would become a paranormal attraction like Waverly Hills or Houghton Mansion or the Whaley House. The place would be crawling with people anxious to catch a ghost on camera or audio.
Hunter Shea
If you look into the face of evil, evil's gonna look right back at you
American Horror Story
Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.
Hunter Shea
It's this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it's here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.
Hunter Shea
Jessica's hand flew to her mouth. If she had any doubt, the next entry settled it.tShe read on, cool beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck, hardly daring to breathe as the black heart of Ormsby Island came closer and closer into focus.
Hunter Shea
The stinging slap against her cheek whipped her head sideways. Her hand reflexively went to her burning face.t"I told you no," Tobe said, barely above a whisper.tDaphne had no words. He'd never so much as hinted at touching her in anger before. She now understood what stunned speechless meant.
Hunter Shea
I have a new nickname for Dottie. She's now the Crazy Whisperer.
Hunter Shea
You state here that you believe your daughter, Amy, is no longer with you; that the girl living in your house - who looks and sounds exactly like Amy - is not in fact your daughter. Is this correct? Is this still the case?
A. Ashley Straker
His meat was going to be very fulfilling.
Derek Ailes
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.
Hunter Shea
There is no light at the end of the tunnel for us. We are who we are.
Isaiyan Morrison
Yeah, try wearing a piss cutter for eight years… then it wouldn’t be so bad.
William Elias
What I saw there was my own death.
Otsuichi

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