Morbid Quotes

“There are no ghosts, but up here”—she gestured toward her head—“it’s a haunted house.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die..”
― Laurie Faria Stolarz, White Is for Magic

“...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along. ”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“I’m fine, Mom. Thanks for asking.”

...

“Of course you’re fine.” She keeps walking. “You’re the devil’s bride and these are his creatures.”

...

“I’m not the devil’s bride.”

“He carried you out of the fire and is letting you visit us from the dead. Who else would have those privileges except his bride?”
― Susan Ee, World After

“It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

“It's just life, Will. It'll be over before we know it.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“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

“Let me tell you a little story. You may have heard it before.
It's a story about a butcher named Barry.

Once upon a time, in central city, there was a butcher named Barry. Barry loved to chop up meat more than anything in the world. But one day, when Barry got tired of just chopping up cows and pigs...
...He found something NEW to chop up-- PEOPLE. And so, he went out night after night in search of fresh meat.
Eventually, Barry was caught, but not before he had slaughtered 23 victims!!! For terrorizing the poor people of central city, Barry was sent straight to the gallows...And everyone else lived happily ever after!”
― Hiromu Arakawa, Fullmetal Alchemist, Vol. 3

“There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.”
― Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night

“You're a punk?'
'What?'
'What do they call people from the eighties?' I asked.
'Oh,' she laughed. It was a beautiful laugh. 'I'm my mother, actually. I mean, these are her clothes from High School. I guess I should tell people I'm Cyndi Lauper though, or something, because dressing up as your mother is pretty lame.'
'I almost dressed up as my mother,' I said, 'but I was worried what my therapist would say.'
She laughed again, and I realized that she thought I was joking. It was probably for the best, since telling her the second half of my mom costume - a giant fake butcher knife through the head - would probably freak her out.”
― Dan Wells, I Am Not a Serial Killer

“Beware of those who are bored and not passionate about life, for they will bore you with reasons for not living.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“In the end, this volume should be read a s a collection of love stories, Above all, they are tales of love, not the love with which so many stories end – the love of fidelity, kindness and fertility – but the other side of love, its cruelty, sterility and duplicity. In a way, the decadents did accept Nordau's idea of the artist as monster. But in nature, the glory and panacea of romanticism, they found nothing. Theirs is an aesthetic that disavows the natural and with it the body. The truly beautiful body is dead, because it is empty. Decadent work is always morbid, but its attraction to death is through art. What they refused was the condemnation of that monster. And yet despite the decadent celebration of artifice, these stories record art's failure in the struggle against natural horror. Nature fights back and wins, and decadent writing remains a remarkable account of that failure.”
― Asti Hustvedt, The Decadent Reader: Fiction, Fantasy, and Perversion from Fin-de-Siècle France

“Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.”
― Stephen King, Full Dark, No Stars

“They'll torture you for months before killing you if you run" Otis shrugged, as if this was an everyday occurrence.”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“My death, and the death of everyone I love, is inevitable.
Pine again.”
― Emily Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“I see no end to my misery but the grave.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“I follow her progress, terrified, wondering if this is motherhood: anxiously picturing your child with her skull cracked open.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“it occurs to me that all scarecrows look as if they've been crucified.”
― Neal Shusterman, Challenger Deep

“They thought I was troubled after noticing the cut marks I'd made on my arms and legs, a habit I'd picked up to impress cute girls in school. I'd carve a crush's name into my shoulder, or make slashes on my forearm to win their attention. The pain was intense, but it paid off.”
― Laura Jane Grace, Tranny: Confessions of Punk Rock's Most Infamous Anarchist Sellout

“While the exterior of the Citadel is formed of giant slabs of clear, bright ice, some of the interior walls are enhanced by having things frozen inside the ice, resulting in something like wallpaper. Stones suspended, as though forever in midfall. Bones, picked cleaned, occasionally used to form sculptures. Roses, their petals forever preserved in their full flowering. The room's walls have two faerie women frozen inside them, preserved so that they never decayed into moss and stone, like the rest of the Folk. Two faerie women, dressed in finery, crowns on their heads.

The Hall of Queens.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Man could be utterly beastly at times and his humour abysmally dark, morbid and demoniac.
- Page 105, Blue Jeans”
― Manisha Saxena, Blue Jeans

“They thought I was troubled after noticing the cut marks I'd made on my arms and legs, a habit I'd picked up to impress cute girls in school. I'd carve a crush's name into my shoulder, or make slashes on my forearm to win their attention. The pain was intense, but it paid
off-”
― Laura Jane Grace, Tranny: Confessions of Punk Rock's Most Infamous Anarchist Sellout

“The current danger for most of us is not the deprivation suffered bu our ancestors but an excess of nutrition.”
― Randolph M. Nesse, Why We Get Sick: The New Science of Darwinian Medicine

“The current danger for most of us is not the deprivation suffered by our ancestors but an excess of nutrition.”
― Randolph M. Nesse, Why We Get Sick: The New Science of Darwinian Medicine

“If this is the book I think it is... I'm relatively certain it's human.'

A hot, sour feeling rose in the back of Esther's throat. 'What do you mean, human?'

'I mean the thread looks like it could be a combination of hair and sinew. The glue is likely rendered collagen.' He pinched the cover between thumb and forefinger. 'The leather's probably human skin.'

'Okay,' Collins said, 'great, well, if you need me, I'll be outside screaming.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“Adelaide Darke hated funerals, but probably not for the same reason other people did. For most, it was because of the grief, raw and twisting in their bellies. For others, it was the fact that attending one was a stark reminder of one’s own unpredictable mortality.
In Adelaide’s case, it was much simpler. She disliked funerals because they made her see things no one was supposed to see. Dead people, specifically.”
― Rosanna Leo, Darke Homecoming

“Eyes as dark as devil’s
Mouth twisted in a salacious grin
The wilderness was the attire
Of the killer and its black fiend”
― Arushi Raj, Rainbow Rains: A Poetry Anthology

“To all the writers who torment their characters the way God torments the poor and sick.”
― Mr. W, The Craziest Book Ever Written

“Sooner or later the graveyards are full of everybody.”
― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

“By now, I can only see with the help of sunlight. Once the sun sets, I am taken down into the valley of shadows.”
― Jonathan Dunne, The Boneyard: Short fictions of the morbid and macabre: The Boneyard Series