Quotes from H.P. Lovecraft

I certainly can't see any sensible position to assume aside from that of complete scepticism tempered by a leaning toward that which existing evidence makes most probable.

It must, I thought as I viewed it, be the outcome of a fire; but why had nothing new ever grown over those five acres of grey desolation that sprawled open to the sky like a great spot eaten by acid in the woods and fields?

Etienne's son Paul, a surly fellow whose erratic conduct had probably provoked the riot which wiped out the family, was particularly a source of speculation; and though Providence never shared the witchcraft panics of her Puritan neighbours, it was freely intimated by old wives that his prayers were neither uttered at the proper time nor directed toward the proper object.

Witch-cursed, legend-haunted Arkham, whose huddled, sagging gambrel roofs and crumbling Georgian balustrades brood out the centuries beside the darkly muttering Miskatonic.

Stop them, stop them!" he would shout. "Those Whateleys meant to let them in, and the worst of all is left! Tell Rice and Morgan we must do something—it's a blind business, but I know how to make the powder… It hasn't been fed since the second of August, when Wilbur came here to his death, and at that rate…

The trees near it were sickly and stunted, and many dead trunks stood or lay rotting at the rim.

il cieco cosmo gira senza meta dal nulla verso l'esistenza e dall'esistenza verso il nulla, indifferente, inconsapevole dei desideri o della stessa esistenza delle menti che per un istante proiettano uno sprazzo di luce nel buio.

T he most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. 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.

If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing.

Dazedness was uppermost, and I could scarcely recall what was dream and what was reality. Then thought trickled back, and I knew that I had witnessed things more horrible than I had dreamed.

Some day the piercing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our terrifying position therein, that we shall either go bad from the revelation or flee from the deadly age into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

In every wanderer there is a latent urge to return to the scenes of his childhood.

As I told you longe ago, do not calle up That which you can not put downe; either from dead Saltes or out of ye Spheres beyond.

lo que se hace por humanidad es a veces cruelmente juzgado por la ley.

He stretched out his arms toward the sun and prayed in a tongue no villager could understand; though indeed the villagers did not try very hard to understand, since their attention was mostly taken up by the sky and the odd shapes the clouds were assuming.

In the evening I asked old people in Arkham about the blasted heath, and what was meant by that phrase "strange days" which so many evasively muttered.

yet the very completeness of the stillness and the homogeneity of the landscape oppressed me with a nauseating fear.

Tales, besides, of buzzing voices in imitation of human speech which made surprising offers to lone travellers on roads and cart-paths in the deep woods, and of children frightened out of their wits by things seen or heard where the primal forest pressed close upon their dooryards.

It had happened in the 'eighties, and a family had disappeared or was killed.

Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.

Benzersiz ve karma??k olan? doÄŸaüstücülüÄŸün ilkel kestirmeciliÄŸiyle k?sa yoldan aç?klamaya çal??mak ancak yeterince düÅŸünmesini bilmeyen insanlar?n harc?d?r.

Everything seemed to me tainted with a loathsome contagion, and inspired by a noxious alliance with distorted hidden powers.

You shall have the old home still [adverb, not noun — although Jack was by no means out of sympathy with Stubbs' kind of farm produce] and I shall lead to the altar the beauteous Ermengarde, loveliest of her sex!

Stars are aligning. Must quickly say the Black Mass and make the Voorish Sign. My youngest boy went mad. He sits drooling on the porch, trying to play the cat like an accordion. He's been scratched some. Yer Servant, Ezra Whateley