I have a terror of things being nice and knowing what to expect. Making a photograph is a license to have experiences that I would not otherwise have.
There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.
That which is clearly known hath less terror than that which is but hinted at and guessed.
Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind.
Everything seems beautiful because you don't understand. Those flying fish, they're not leaping for joy, they're jumping in terror. Bigger fish want to eat them. That luminous water, it takes its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies, the glitter of putrescence. There's no beauty here, only death and decay.
Beauty is only the start of bearable terror.
The year 1999, seventh month, from the sky will come a great King of Terror: to bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, before and after Mars to reign by good luck. The present time together with the past will be judged by the great Joker: the world too late will be tired of him, and through the clergy oath-taker disloyal. The year of the great seventh number accomplished, it will appear at the time of the games of slaughter: not far from the great millenial age, when the buried will go out from their tombs.
I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better.
Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.
Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves.
Great men, great nations, have not been boasters and buffoons, but perceivers of the terror of life, and have manned themselves to face it.
Nuclear weapons offer us nothing but a balance of terror, and a balance of terror is still terror.
My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.
Demoralize the enemy from within by surprise, terror, sabotage, assassination. This is the war of the future.
Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish to suppress the truth.
In how many lives there lurks a hidden romance or a hidden terror.
During a heavy storm at sea a nervous woman passenger on a large liner went to the captain, seeking reassurance. "Captain," she asked tremulously, "are we in great danger?" "Don't worry, madam," he answered, "after all, we in the hands of God. " "Oh," she gasped, terror written on her face, "is it as bad as that?"
When you live under the power of terror and segregation, you can't ever start a work of art.
Iraq is no diversion. It is a place where civilization is taking a decisive stand against chaos and terror, we must not waver.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear, I rise. Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear, I rise.