#monster

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else? ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#monster #monsters

...he knows how to make me laugh & sometimes there's no better way to love someone than that. ↗

— Josh James Riebock

#love

The only thing that will ever be real, is this moment,' I turned to the statue, 'when you made me feel alive, when you made me feel real, when I felt like you really love me. Now? I'm just your monster, Frankie. I will always be a monster. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#dark #heartbreak #love #monsters #romance

I'll find you- Keep calling for me, Viola- Cuz here I come. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#monsters-of-men #patrick-ness #todd-hewitt #viola-eade #men

I can see every monster as they come in. ↗

— Truman Capote

#every #i #i can #monster #see

Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the headless monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded. ↗

— Charlie Chaplin

#brutish #form #genius #goes #great

We made connections between the monsters created by war and the monsters he created, the typical outcast that Whale was attracted to, and the monster in himself, that's inside all of us. ↗

— Bill Condon

#between #connections #created #himself #inside

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. ↗

— Lena Headey

#charlize theron #everyone #genius #herself #inverse

Whatever. I know that when a monster is chasing you. You take your high-heeled shoes off. I’ve learned that … And you never, ever dangle your legs over the edge of the bed at night … And clowns, well, you get rid of them right away; they are just way too freaky. If the monster doesn’t get you, the clown sure will. ↗

— Patti Roberts

#dream #monster #nightmare #dreams

Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby] ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#monsters #nightmare #poets #faith