Monsters Quotes - Page 12

Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

But what is to be the fate of the great wen of all? The monster, called, by the silly coxcombs of the press, "the metropolis of the empire"?

the beast is the monster that destroys your dream

I ate the Green Monster. It tasted pretty nasty. It was pretty painful.

We always started these albums as making demos, that went right on until Scary Monsters.

Of course, die for the monster spawn. It was so Bella.

I love all of mythology and rules pertaining to all of the monsters, but I like to go the extra step.

...it is easy not to believe in monsters, considerably more difficult to escape their dread and loathsome clutches.

I go fishing for a thousand monsters in the depths of my own self

It's ironic, but until you can free those final monsters within the jungle of yourself, your life, your soul is up for grabs.

The monstrous act by definition demands a monster.

War makes monsters out of men.

Marching thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to danger, it looks a menacing engine of destruction, steady to its goal, and certain of its mission.

How could Michelangelo have seen his David in a block of marble? Man began to make images only because he discovered them nearly formed around him, already within reach. He saw them in a bone, in the bumps of a cave, in a piece of wood. One form suggested a woman to him, another a buffalo, still another the head of a monster.

Imagination creates some big monsters.

I am the Terrible Trivium, demon of petty tasks and worthless jobs, ogre of wasted effort, and monster of habit.

I don't really mind playing tabloid monster. I always liked those characters in the old movies.

Custom makes monsters of us all.

Even the best of us have certain psychological mechanisms that can suddenly kick in and turn us into monsters.

My mommy always said there were no monsters - no real ones - but there are.

It is part of the pholosophic dullness of our time that there are millions of rational monsters walking about on their hind legs, observing the world through pairs of flexible little lenses, periodically supplying themselves with energy by pushing organic substances through holes in their faces, who see nothing fabulous whatever about themselves.

I was becoming the cold, emotionally crippled monster I always wanted to be, and I wasn’t so sure I liked it. But it was too late. The metamorphosis was already well under way.

There will always be that dreadful monster prejudice to do extra battle against because of their color.

Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; that of the other, like enlarging monsters with a microscope.

Most of the monsters... are based on some sort of mythology. Every culture and even some geographical areas have monsters and mythology that is their own.