Scream Quotes
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When all the people scream because you are such a great guy, then you're actually lost as an artist.
Paul Kalkbrenner
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There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)
Nalini Singh
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There is a whole other generation that knows me from "Arrested Development" "Scream" and, of course, "Happy Days."
Henry Winkler
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You'd be surprised how young 25-year-old girls can sound when they want to scream. It isn't that young an audience, and it really frustrates me when I read the word "prepubescent" in my reviews. Even the ones that started following me with Wham! are in their late teens by now.
George Michael
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A time will come, and soon, when, from mere habit, you will echo the scream of every delirious wretch that harbors near you; then you will pause, clasp your hands on your throbbing head, and listen with horrible anxiety whether the scream proceeded from you or them.
Charles Robert Maturin
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...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.
Edgar Allan Poe
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It's the Devil's way now,
There is no way out,
You can scream and you can shout,
It is too late now.
Thomas Edward Yorke
Atoms for Peace
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She’d decided she’d try to stick it out until halftime when she saw a face that made her scream and jump off the sofa.
Brenda Novak
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Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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I hated school . . . I freaking hated it. The fact is that it revolved around something you didn't have access to. If you weren't on the football team, if you were in the band, you were a leper. When people say those were the best years of our lives, I want to scream.
Trent Reznor
Nine Inch Nails
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I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
William Tecumseh Sherman
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I have ne'er been in a chamber with a lawyer when I did not wish either to scream with desperation or else fall into the deepest of sleeps, e'en when the matter concern'd my own future most profoundly.
Erica Jong
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So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can't hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody'll ever hear you.
Craig Davidson
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From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.
Brenna Yovanoff
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He wants to tell her that he is not hopeless, that he is not filled with hatred or violence, that he is not a number, a 300 or 600 or any hundred, but just a kid with no one and nothing, and who would do anything to make it otherwise. Just tell me how, he wants to scream. He wants to tell her what it's like to have the same dream night after night, that he's playing tag with his little sister, laughing, happy - then waking up and not knowing if the image in his head is a dim memory, or just something his mind cooked up to fill the black hole. Do you know what it's like to have no past? he wants to ask. And behind it all, like a ringing in his ears, is the question that really nags at him all the time, the one that has haunted him since he was six years old and his family evaporated. He wants to ask it, then and there and for good: What did I do wrong back then? What did I do to deserve this life?
Edward Humes
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Do you really think I should be out there with Officer Dewey? I mean, you saw Scream. The guy can't protect anybody. Everybody in that movie died!
Alex Riley
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Fabulous" Jack said, reaching down and plucking a crimson flower. A small scream sounded from it as he severed the stem. He smiled maliciously, then started stomping with abandon through the beds of blossoms, a chorus of tinny, shrill screams punctuating every step.
Kiersten White
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Nothing, until the ground comes up to meet you, and you land in a jumble of pain and shattered bones; and the scream you didn’t think you had in you scrapes your throat raw as you let it out—like the first, shocked breath of a baby newly born into a universe of suffering.
Aliette de Bodard
