Quotes from H.P. Lovecraft

mountains of madness

There was that touch of melancholy in his fastidious appearance that suggested the atmosphere of frustrated dreams.

fiends. Turning, I saw outlined against the luminous aether of the abyss what could not be seen against the dusk of the corridor—a nightmare horde of rushing devils; hate-distorted, grotesquely panoplied, half-transparent; devils of a race no man might mistake—the crawling reptiles of the nameless city.

the abnormal alway excites aversion, distrust, and fear

and worst of all, the unmentionable Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred, in Olaus Wormius' forbidden Latin translation; a book which I had never seen, but of which I had heard monstrous things whispered.

there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.

Kuranes had not lingered, but had plodded on as though summoned toward some goal. He dared not disobey the summons for fear it might prove an illusion like the urges and aspirations of waking life, which do not lead to any goal.

The place is not good for the imagination, and does not bring restful dreams at night.

abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear.

He was shown the smallness and tinsel emptiness of the little Earth gods, with their petty, human interests and connections - their hatreds, rages, loves and vanities; their craving for praise and sacrifice, and their demands for faiths contrary to reason and nature.

His walks were always adventures in antiquity, during which he managed to recapture from the myriad relics of a glamorous old city a vivid and connected picture of the centuries before.

Las ciencias, que siguen sus caminos propios, no han causado mucho daño hasta ahora; pero algún día la unión de esos disociados conocimientos nos abrirá a la realidad, y a la endeble posición que en ella ocupamos, perspectivas tan terribles que enloqueceremos ante la revelación, o huiremos de esa funesta luz, refugiándonos en la seguridad y la paz de una nueva edad de las tinieblas.

Out of the unimaginable blackness beyond the gangrenous glare of that cold flame, out of the Tartarean leagues through which that oily river rolled uncanny, unheard, and unsuspected, there flopped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, or sound brain ever wholly remember.

Ma più meravigliosa dei racconti dei vecchi e dei libri, è la voce segreta dell'oceano. Blu, verde, grigio, bianco o nero; calmo, arruffato o tempestoso, l'oceano non è mai in silenzio. (La nave bianca)

Exham Priory itself I saw without emotion, a jumble of tottering mediaeval ruins covered with lichens and honeycombed with rooks' nests, perched perilously upon a precipice, and denuded of floors or other interior features save the stone walls of the separate towers.

We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

Oh no a nigger cat!

Sometimes when earth's gods are homesick they visit in the still night the peaks where once they dwelt, and weep softly as they try to play in the olden way on remembered slopes. Men have felt the tears of the gods on white-capped Thurai, though they have thought it rain; and have heard the sighs of the gods in the plaintive dawn-winds...

When it comes to horror, I always prefer the nebulous & the implied to the physical & the described.

Besides, he added, my constant talk about "unnamable" and "unmentionable" things was a very puerile device, quite in keeping with my lowly standing as an author. I was too fond of ending my stories with sights or sounds which paralysed my heroes' faculties and left them without courage, words, or associations to tell what they had experienced.

El juicio sobrio era un arte perdido; aunque no hubo un segundo exodo, reino el vicio y la imprudencia surgida de la desesperacion, similar al fenomeno de los tiempos medievales de la peste

And in the twilight, as the stars came out one by one and the moon cast on the marsh a radiance like that which a child sees quivering on the floor as he is rocked to sleep at evening, there walked into the lethal quicksands a very old man in tattered purple, crowned with withered vine-leaves and gazing ahead as if upon the golden domes of a fair city where dreams are understood. That night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world.

Habia mas de Cristo en esta devota mujer de lo que se pensaria de cualquier ser humano, y ante semejante amor y lealtad no podia hacer nada

Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon. - Beyond the Wall of Sleep