Quotes from H.P. Lovecraft

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise.

Death would be a boon if only it could blot out the memories.

Between the phantasms of nightmare and the realities of the objective world a monstrous and unthinkable relationship was crystallising, and only stupendous vigilance could avert still more direful developments.

It is a decade now since he moved into Gray's Inn, and of where he had been he would say nothing till the night young Williams bought the Necronomicon.

Kuranes no era moderno, y no pensaba como los demás escritores. Mientras ellos se esforzaban en despojar la vida de sus bordados ropajes del mito y mostrar con desnuda fealdad lo repugnante que es la realidad, Kuranes buscaba tan sólo la belleza. Y cuando no conseguía revelar la verdad y la experiencia, la buscaba en la fantasía y la ilusión, en cuyo mismo umbral la descubría entre los brumosos recuerdos de los cuentos y los sueños de niñez.

Nella sua dimora a R'lyeh il morto Cthulhu attende sognando

Only the sombre philosophy of the Decadents could hold us, and this we found potent only by increasing gradually the depth and diabolism of our penetrations.

All he seeks from life is not to think. For some reason thought is very horrible to him, and anything which stirs the imagination he flees as a plague.

It is more important to know what to hate than it is to know what to love.

The face beside me was twisted almost unrecognisably for a moment, while through the whole body there passed a shivering motion—as if all the bones, organs, muscles, nerves, and glands were readjusting themselves to a radically different posture, set of stresses, and general personality.

In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.

The oldest and most powerful emotion is fear... And the oldest and most powerful kind of fear is that of the unknown.

To fancy Charles in a savage state that night was quite ridiculous, for as long as she had remained awake she had heard faint sounds from the laboratory above; sounds as if of sobbing and pacing, and of a sighing which told only of despair's profoundest depths.

Him Who is not to be Named.

Hay horrores que rebasan los confines mismos de la vida y que ni siquiera sospechamos, y sólo de vez en cuando la maligna curiosidad humana pone a nuestro alcance.

It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind.

Once a wily and wicked person, perceiving her helplessness, offered her a position as dish-washer in a fashionable and depraved cabaret; but our heroine was true to her rustic ideals and refused to work in such a gilded and glittering palace of frivolity—especially since she was offered only $3.00 per week with meals but no board.

The Picture in the House * * * * * Written: December 12th 1920 First Published in The National Amateur, Vol. 41, No. 6 (July 1919)

Everything was shadowy pantomime, as if seen at a vast distance through some intervening haze—although on the other hand the newcomer and all subsequent comers loomed large and close, as if both near and distant, according to some abnormal geometry.

Madness rides the star-wind . . . claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses

So here we all were in the mystic sunset of the autumn hills—old Scribonius Libo in his toga prætexta, the golden light glancing on his shiny bald head and wrinkled hawk face, Balbutius with his gleaming helmet and breastplate, blue-shaven lips compressed in conscientiously dogged opposition, young Asellius with his polished greaves and superior sneer, and the curious throng of townsfolk, legionaries, tribesmen, peasants, lictors, slaves, and attendants.

He who passes the gates always wins a shadow, and never again can he be alone.

man's eternal tendency to hate and fear and shrink from the utterly different.

A voice from other epochs belongs in a graveyard of other epochs.