Quotes

Maybe, he thought, there aren't any such things as good or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart. ~ It by Stephen King We lie best when we lie to ourselves. ~ It by Stephen King But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exits and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths. ~ Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu Life and death are mysterious states, and we know little of the resources of either. ~ Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu The daylight, the trailing glory of the sun, went streaming out of the sky, was drawn aside like some luminous curtain, and at last I looked into the blue gulf of immensity which the sunshine hides, and saw the floating hosts of the stars. ~ The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. ~ The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells An animal may be ferocious and cunning enough, but it takes a real man to tell a lie. ~ The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells "The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as Nature." ~ The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells "That is the only way I ever heard of true research going. I asked a question, devised some method of obtaining an answer, and got a fresh question. Was this possible or that possible? You cannot imagine what this means to an investigator, what an intellectual passion grows upon him! You cannot imagine the strange, colourless delight of these intellectual desires!" ~ The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells It was worse than anything. Mrs. Hall, standing open-mouthed and horror-struck, shrieked at what she saw, and made for the door of the house. Everyone began to move. They were prepared for scars, disfigurements, tangible horrors, but nothing! The bandages and false hair flew across the passage into the bar, making a hobbledehoy jump to avoid them. Everyone tumbled on everyone else down the steps. For the man who stood there shouting some incoherent explanation, was a solid gesticulating figure up to the coat-collar of him, and then—nothingness, no visible thing at all! ~ The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells