Crimson Horror Quotes

#1. Death's gruesome face taunts:
soulless eyes, crimson grimace.
I really hate clowns.

Katherine Applegate

#2. It's funny. From up here, the destruction seems to fade. Almost as if like people, in time, even the world can heal itself.

Eloise Dyson

#3. You are never alone as long as you are in the company of your precious self.

Miya Yamanouchi

#4. Her face was a grimace of surprised pain as she slid unconscious down the back of the tub and under the water.
I held her under for several minutes after the blow, watching as the water went pink, then red, and finally crimson with blood.

Alistair Cross

#5. Be the change that you want to see in others and in this universe.

Bhavya

#6. It will come about in that day that I will make Jerusalem a heavy stone for all the peoples; all who lift it will be severely binjured. And all the nations of the earth will be gathered against it.

Anonymous

#7. When you are exhausted from trying, try just one more time.

Chrisse Feros

#8. I was just one of those graves that pretty girls make.

Rob Sheffield

#9. There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet.

W.B.Yeats

#10. 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

#11. My strength came from my relationship with Christ and from the love and encouragement of my family and friends.

Bethany Hamilton

#12. Don't take life so seriously. Have fun. Enjoy your time on this planet.

Haley Pullos

#13. Your dad's not dead." I winced. "In fact, isn't he some kind of big-shot union labor guy?" He nodded. "Yup. That's who they called. Dad confirmed he died this morning.

KevaD

#14. I'm a man. A speak-my-mind, fight-for-what-I-believe, bleed-for-my-country, red-meat-eating man. I don't bow down to anyone.

Kendall Ryan

#15. People forget that old women were young once, but d'you think we old women forget? In my heart, I'm still thirty.

Megan Chance

#16. Chairs are useful

Stephen Moffat

#17. He hurried back. Walls seemed to shift and advance. Right here, it must be. Wasn't this passage too short? No, it wasn't a wall that blocked his way, only fog. The fog retreated before him - then at once yielded up a wall. Staggering crimson letters caught in the web of graffiti spelled KILLER.

Ramsey Campbell