Monsters Quotes - Page 23

Something caught in her throat at this second thanks, when she'd threatened him so brutally. When you're a monster, she thought, you are thanked and praised for not behaving like a monster. She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.

Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster.

The ones who destroy monsters have always been humans.

Now, now, you aren't afraid of monsters in the dark, are you?" I caught a flash of her eyes, winking wickedly at me. "No," I said, shivering. After all, I was one of them.

Not everyone can be bribed with meat, Oberon." "They Can't? Oh! you mean they're vegetarian." "No, they eat meat. It just doesn't sway their decision making process." "Well that... that's just wrong, Atticus!Are they Monsters? It's like they have no moral center!

Lady Gaga is still a human being, she was still among us! But now, she's a little monster, she says. She does her face a certain way. It's pretty startling. But she's a great girl. She's cool from what I remember.

But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.

When reason sleeps, the monsters of repression will emerge.

Keeping vigil over her are two monsters of very different breeds but monster just the same. Death on her left. Devil on her right.

Be careful, boy. In some tales, the hero gets eaten by the monster after all .

In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?

In recent weeks it has come to my attention that many caravans have met with disaster; they have not gotten through." I grunted wisely. "Probably ran out of water. That's the thing about deserts. Dry." "Indeed. A fascinating analysis. But survivors reaching Hebron report differently: monsters fell upon them in the wastes." "What, fell upon them in a squashed-them kind of way?" "More the leaped-out-and-slew-them kind. (...)

His specialty was interrogation. Imagine it, gentlemen. Being strapped to a table so that you are entirely at the mercy of a monster such as this. A person who delights in your pain. A person to whom your screams are more delicious than a lover's whisper. A creature who knows how to keep you alive while he skillfully and meticulously deconstructs those things that define you as human?

What freedom men and women could have, were they not constantly tricked and trapped and enslaved and tortured by their sexuality! The only drawback in that freedom is that without it one would not be a human. One would be a monster.

Maybe I'm a prehistoric monster by being an individual. It's highly likely. All I offer to others is their own individuality. Grab it!

We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.

Wealth is a monster. It takes a month to learn to control it financially. And many years to learn to control it psychologically.

The God of the Puritans...was a monster too horrible to contemplate.

We make my opponent out as a monster. We focus on his strengths because that's what we need to negate.

Inside each of us is a monster; inside each of us is a saint. The real question is which one we nurture the most, which one will smite the other.

But if you seek forgiveness, doesn't that automatically mean you cannot be a monster? By definition, doesn't that desperation make you human again?

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

The only monsters I have ever known were men.

Here there be monster." Bob whispered, half hysterically. "Run! Run already!