We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight
The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind
The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents
Beauty is a curse on this world. It keep us from seeing who th ereal monster are
We shall dive down through black abysses... and in that lair of the deep ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory forever
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind i sfear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
Searches after horror haunts strange, far places.
Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and stumble to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with cooly polite and somewhat bored amusement. And just as inferior people prefer the inferior animal which scampers excitedly because soemoen else wants something, so do superior people respect the superior animal which lives its own life and knows that the puerile stick-throwings of alien biped ar enone of its business and beneath its notice.
That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die
I have seen the dark universe yawning where the black planet rolls in their horror unheeded, without knowledge, or lustre, or name.
No new horror can be terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.
It is mans relation to the cosmos the unknown which alone arouses in me the spark of creative imagination
I am disilusioned enough to know that no man's opinion on any subject i sworth a damn unless backed up with enough genuine information to make him really know what he's talking about.
I know always that I am outsider, a stranger in this century and among those who are still men
There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range.
I am so beastly tired of mankind an dthe world that nothing can interest me unless it contain a couple of murders on each page or deals with the horrors unnameable and unaccountable that leer down from the external universes.
To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest.
The house was old, with tangled wings outthrown , of which o one could ever half keep track, and in a small room somewhat near the back. Was an odd window sealed with ancient stone. There, in a dream-plagued childhood, quite alone. I used to go, where night reigned vague and black; Parting the cobweb with a curious lack o ffear, and with a wonder each time grown.
One later day I brought the masons there, to find what view my dim forbears had shunned. But as they pierced the stone, a rush of air burst from the alien voids that yawned beyond. They fked-but I peered through and found unrolled. All teh wild worlds of which my dreams had told.
From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.
Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions
I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and echanted woods.
Through the stench and the darkness was this cold wind which had sprung to life at the very onset of the chant.
The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind
The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents
Beauty is a curse on this world. It keep us from seeing who th ereal monster are
We shall dive down through black abysses... and in that lair of the deep ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory forever
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind i sfear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
Searches after horror haunts strange, far places.
Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and stumble to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with cooly polite and somewhat bored amusement. And just as inferior people prefer the inferior animal which scampers excitedly because soemoen else wants something, so do superior people respect the superior animal which lives its own life and knows that the puerile stick-throwings of alien biped ar enone of its business and beneath its notice.
That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die
I have seen the dark universe yawning where the black planet rolls in their horror unheeded, without knowledge, or lustre, or name.
No new horror can be terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.
It is mans relation to the cosmos the unknown which alone arouses in me the spark of creative imagination
I am disilusioned enough to know that no man's opinion on any subject i sworth a damn unless backed up with enough genuine information to make him really know what he's talking about.
I know always that I am outsider, a stranger in this century and among those who are still men
There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range.
I am so beastly tired of mankind an dthe world that nothing can interest me unless it contain a couple of murders on each page or deals with the horrors unnameable and unaccountable that leer down from the external universes.
To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest.
The house was old, with tangled wings outthrown , of which o one could ever half keep track, and in a small room somewhat near the back. Was an odd window sealed with ancient stone. There, in a dream-plagued childhood, quite alone. I used to go, where night reigned vague and black; Parting the cobweb with a curious lack o ffear, and with a wonder each time grown.
One later day I brought the masons there, to find what view my dim forbears had shunned. But as they pierced the stone, a rush of air burst from the alien voids that yawned beyond. They fked-but I peered through and found unrolled. All teh wild worlds of which my dreams had told.
From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.
Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions
I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and echanted woods.
Through the stench and the darkness was this cold wind which had sprung to life at the very onset of the chant.
H P Lovecraft Quotes
Reviewed by Bunda Lexi
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January 05, 2019
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January 05, 2019
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