Gore Quotes

“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“To me, the best zombie movies aren’t the splatter fests of gore and violence with goofy characters and tongue in cheek antics. Good zombie movies show us how messed up we are, they make us question our station in society… and our society’s station in the world. They show us gore and violence and all that cool stuff too… but there’s always an undercurrent of social commentary and thoughtfulness.”
― Robert Kirkman, The Walking Dead, Vol. 1: Days Gone Bye

“This life is a virtual simulation game where you can win or lose, you can continue playing for the rest of your life or join the club. You decide! You only have to respect one rule because your stay in the human farm will depend on that, continue playing until the end no matter how many times you are brought into this reality, so stay awake with your eyes wide open and your mouth tight shut."
Welcome to the game of life, welcome to the matrix.”
― Marcos orowitz, TALENT FOR HORROR 2: Special- Madame Jeanne Weber's shoes

“Tanith frowned. Did people still go on DATES any more? She was sure they did. They probably called it something different though. She tried to think of the last date she'd been on. The last PROPER date. Did fighting side by side with Saracen Rue count as a date? They ended up snuggling under the moonlight, drenched in gore and pieces of brain - so it had PROBABLY been a date. If it wasn't, it was certainly a fun time had by all. Well, not ALL. But she and Saracen had sure had a blast.”
― Derek Landy, Mortal Coil

“Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.

I will have vengenance.
I will have salvation.

Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!
Sweeney's. waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen now don't be shy!

Not one man, no, nor ten men.
Nor a hundred can assuage me.
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats.
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again.

But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy!”
― Stephen Sondheim, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

“...their faces were wholly burned, their eyesockets were hollow, the fluid from their melted eyes had run down their cheeks.”
― John Hersey, Hiroshima

“I didn't want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn't want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships that didn't make sense.”
― Destinee Hardwick, Wishing on Raining Stars

“Don't you feel shame? I thought scum like you could at least feel shame”
― Kohta Hirano

“I felt myself becoming undone. Unravelling like a ball of string rolling down a hillside. A hillside made up of the corpses of the humans I had killed since the virus came into my life.”
― Eli Wilde, My Unbeating Heart

“The first rule in the book of love is acceptance.”
― Destinee Hardwick, Wishing on Raining Stars

“As I stared back at him, his eyes seemed to milk my very essence, like it was essential he knew every minute detail about me.”
― Eli Wilde, My Unbeating Heart

“He would have been half-hanged, taken down alive, castrated, his genitals stuffed in his mouth, his stomach slit open, and his intestines taken out and burnt, and his carcase chopped into four quarters.”
― John Broadbent, John Milton: Introductions

“Homily professed her love by digging a second crossbow bolt of Shersheshin's body. It was so much clearer a declaration of affection than any of those speeches spun by poets or playwrights. And stuffed into the mouths of actors who pretended to be enamored. One could only pretend to love in language. True love was a woman sinking up to her elbows in her viscera.”
― John Wiswell, Someone You Can Build a Nest In

“Mere grimness is as easy as grinning; but it requires something to put a handsome face on a story. Narratives become of suspicious merit in proportion as they lean to Newgate-like offenses, particularly of blood and wounds...”
― Leigh Hunt

“With that he hurled and Athena drove the shaft
and it split the archer's nose between the eyes—
it cracked his glistening teeth, the tough bronze
cut off his tongue at the roots, smashed his jaw
and the point came ripping out beneath his chin.
He pitched from his car, armor clanged against him,
a glimmering blaze of metal dazzling round his back—”
― Homer, The Iliad

“In seconds the trickles had turned to rivulets, each red line running a race against the other. Meandering through the grooves of her wrinkled skin, slowed by puckered lips, the winner reaching her haired chin then it dropped into her lap. A single red dot, followed by another, then another, till her pinafore dress became patterned with bright red poppies.”
From - Hunted: The Abarath Trilogy”
― Damian Dawes, Hunted

“Someone was hunting a boar, likely this person who freed the slaves and took the younger ones. The prints are from one of the adolescents, most likely male. A hunter, but young. This boar will lead the hunter back to this adolescent's home, if he's right, his bounty will be there too.”
― Julian Fernandes, The Hunter and His Hounds

“who will look for you when you're the one who disappears?”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl’s Guide To Murder Series 4 Books Set (Paperback) - A Good Girl's Guide to Murder; Good Girl, Bad Blood; As Good as Dead; Kill Joy

“Wendell marched down a winding path in the mountainside--- he must have conjured it himself--- to engage the elder horsemen in a square of meadow tucked between two crags. I don't know if it was some inane faerie custom or simply the custom of the horsemen, but the one who appeared to be their leader--- judging by the size of his horse and the number of scars he bore--- stepped forward as if to challenge Wendell to single combat. Wendell, still with that calm detachment, somehow cut out the beast's heart in two sharp movements and hurled it at the rider in a stomach-churning spray of blood, knocking him from his saddle.
At that point, the remaining horsemen decided to abandon honor and charge him together, but their horses were, wisely, terrified of Wendell by this point, and shied away when he neared, some throwing their riders off, which Wendell dispatched in various appalling ways, sometimes appearing to forget about his sword entirely. Rose stood there the whole time, aghast, but I was familiar with Wendell's murderous moods and turned away after the third or fourth death, drawing Ariadne with me to the fireside. I was still shaking with fury. So he would risk killing himself rather than pausing to think our way out of things, would he?”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“That’s the thing about gore, Bridger, if you don’t let yourself look at it then your imagination twists it in your mind and makes it into a kind of nightmare instead of letting you learn from it. You have to look at it, see what they did exactly, blood for blood, or you’ll never understand it.”
― Ada Palmer, Too Like the Lightning

“...el fantasma del niño proletario de Osvaldo Lamborghini se presentaba en un salón donde sus tres asesinos, ya hombres maduros, hablaban sobre política [...] En un principio parecía que el fantasma había regresado para vengarse, pero lo único que quería en realidad era que alguno de los tres políticos le diera un trabajo.”
― Mónica Ojeda, Nefando

“In a naïve attempt to put a familiar label on him, I asked if he’d considered whether he was on the autism spectrum. “Nah,” he said, “I’m not any of that.” I began to suspect his primary pathology was being from Gore.”
― Madison Hamill, Specimen

“Most looked happy. I thought. Hard to tell, actually. What can you tell from a face?”
― Ilsa J. Bick, The Sin-Eater's Confession

“It wasn't a perfect body. It was chafed and scarred and bloody. But it was them. God, it was them.”
― Winter Holmes, Bound in Flesh: An Anthology of Trans Body Horror

“Your filthy dick was inside me. I think it would be poetic justice if I cut it off for you. I think that would make me heal. You know, mentally.”
― Dolores Lane, Painting with Blood

“The meat was pulsating. Grunting–from pigs. The corpses shifted, then rolled off onto the floor. Trotters clicked on the vinyl. They smelled him. Death-clouded eyes found the intruder. Snouts split in two, baring angry, red flesh. Human eyeballs rolled left and right within two slits in the redness. The closest pig dropped to its stomach. Snap! Fingers. A hand pulled itself out of the pink rip. Another. A pause, then bumps formed in the back. The tips of fifty-caliber bullets poked free–spines from neck to tail. The hands helped the animal feet–made the creature faster, but awkwardly.”
― Tony Del Degan, In River Cardinal

“the kitchen was all black and white and red tiles; nice and gothic, except that the black and white was tile and the red was blood—lots of it. I mean, I suppose that’s gothic, too. It wasn’t supposed to be on the walls, though.”
― W.R. Gingell, Between Family

“I’m left-handed, so I hate to break it to you, but you chopped off the wrong arm.”
― W.R. Gingell, Between Kings

“Something stirred the air at my back--- that was all I noticed, a gentle breeze--- and suddenly Orga had turned and lunged at something behind me so swiftly she seemed to melt into pure shadow. When I turned, I found her rolling across the forest floor in a tangle of feathers and long, horrific black legs, her jaw locked around the guardian's neck. The creature went still a heartbeat later, letting out a final, wet wheeze as its legs twitched.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“This isn’t like the nose. That came off, like it was being picked at, pulled, tugged like taffy. This is from the inside. I can feel it when I’m going to sleep. Through the optic nerves. Drinking, gently, slowly, like brandy punch through a straw.”
― Naben Ruthnum, Helpmeet