1 Its very horror made him stone.
2 The duchess stood motionless in horror.
3 James Vane stood on the pavement in horror.
4 Each hideous detail came back to him with added horror.
5 It was from within, apparently, that the foulness and horror had come.
6 You go to hospitals and dead-houses, and the horrors that you do there don't affect you.
7 An exclamation of horror broke from the painter's lips as he saw in the dim light the hideous face on the canvas grinning at him.
8 There were opium dens where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.
9 Summer followed summer, and the yellow jonquils bloomed and died many times, and nights of horror repeated the story of their shame, but he was unchanged.
10 When he closed his eyes, he saw again the sailor's face peering through the mist-stained glass, and horror seemed once more to lay its hand upon his heart.
11 Now it was to hide something that had a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death itself--something that would breed horrors and yet would never die.
12 He took it up, as he had done on that night of horror when he had first noted the change in the fatal picture, and with wild, tear-dimmed eyes looked into its polished shield.
13 Women who had wildly adored him, and for his sake had braved all social censure and set convention at defiance, were seen to grow pallid with shame or horror if Dorian Gray entered the room.
14 He knew that he had tarnished himself, filled his mind with corruption and given horror to his fancy; that he had been an evil influence to others, and had experienced a terrible joy in being so; and that of the lives that had crossed his own, it had been the fairest and the most full of promise that he had brought to shame.