Best Monsters Quotes

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating.

Oh my dear, idealists are the cruelest monsters of them all.

An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

I’m a logic monster, if things don’t make sense I gotta make sense of them.

Our memory is a monster; you forget it – it does not.

There is no monster more destructive than the inventive mind that has outstripped philosophy.

Children are monsters of unbridled egotism and will, for they spring directly from nature, hostile intimations of immorality.

There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.

Because that, more than any monster, was what Sam had feared: that he was weak and cowardly. He had a terrible fear of being afraid.

Something happens to people around fame and power and money – it can bring out the worst and best in people; it’s a monster you have to tame.

Monsters exist because we create them, through war and violence, and distortion, and the way we handle people and so on.

There’s a perceived inverse relation between looks and talent. Look at Charlize Theron – she made herself ugly for ‘Monster’ and suddenly everyone said ‘she’s a genius.’ It shouldn’t be like that.

The Television is the monster of hell.

It is difficult for the American mind to adjust to the realization that the Rhetts and the Scarletts were as much monsters as the keepers of Buchenwald-they just dressed more attractively.

All the best of the monsters played for sympathy. That goes for my father, Karloff, myself and all the others. They all won the audience’s sympathy. The Wolf Man didn’t want to do all those bad things. He was forced into them.

Most arts have produced miracles, while the art of government has produced nothing but monsters.

I surrender to the Monster. What pleasure at last to give way to the strongest force in oneself.

I would hit a scene about my mother screaming at me during her breakdown, drunk or using pills, and she’d turn into a monster. Which she wasn’t. She was a human: somebody who loved me and somebody with a problem.

The monster has escaped Elba!The tyrant has landed at Cannes!Bonaparte meets the troops.Napoleon approaches Paris.His Imperial Majesty has entered the capital.

The monster, fanaticism, still exists, and whoever seeks after truth will run the risk of being persecuted.

That’s the first time I’ve ever said those words out loud, and now I hear how strange they are. How many young men fear that there is a monster instead them? People are supposed to fear others, not themselves.

When you write, produce, engineer and mix everything yourself, it tends to take a long time to do anything. And when you’re a perfectionist little monster, it makes it even harder. But it’s a blast and I wouldn’t trade the opportunity for all the ice cream sandwiches in the universe.

Nearly all monster stories depend for their success on Jack killing the Giant, Beowulf or St. George slaying the Dragon, Harry Potter triumphing over the basilisk. That is their inner grammar, and the whole shape of the story leads towards it.

Alas, you don’t need monsters for monstrous deeds to be accomplished.

Imagination creates some big monsters.

The rest of the world in which I lived was still stumbling about in search of a weapon with which to exterminate this monster [homosexuality] whose shape and size were not yet known or even guessed at. It was thought to be Greek in origin, smaller than socialism but more deadly, especially to children.

Fanaticism is a monster that pretends to be the child of religion

It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.

Come, come, come. Without a monster or two it’s not a quest, merely a gaggle of friends wandering about.

I don’t play monsters. I play men besieged by fate and out for revenge.

Reflecting on these complex relationships between reader and story, fiction and life, can constitute a form of therapy against the sleep of reason, which generates monsters.

The monster London laugh at me.

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.

Oh, but she never wanted James to grow a day older or Cam either. These two she would have liked to keep for ever just as the way they were, demons of wickedness, angels of delight, never to see them grow up into long-legged monsters.