Quotes About Isolation

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

why no other man shivers so horribly when the night-wind rattles the windows. When I came upon it in the ghastly stillness of unending sleep it looked at me, chilly from the rays of a cold moon amidst the desert's heat. And as I returned its look I forgot my triumph at finding it, and stopped still with my camel to wait for the dawn.

relapsing into a bovine, half-amiable normality like that of the other hill-dwellers.

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

His family never called to see him; probably it had found another temporary head, after the manner of decadent mountain folk.

I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity.

But for some reason or other Curwen did not care for society. Whilst never actually rebuffing a visitor, he always reared such a wall of reserve that few could think of anything to say to him which would not sound inane. There seemed to lurk in his bearing some cryptic, sardonic arrogance, as if he had come to find all human beings dull through having moved among stranger and more potent entities.

mountains of madness

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

I hurried back before sunset to my hotel, unwilling to have the stars come out above me in the open; and the next day returned to Boston to give up my position. I could not go into that dim chaos of old forest and slope again, or face another time that grey blasted heath where the black well yawned deep beside the tumbled bricks and stones.

When we came to know the squatters better, we found them curiously likeable in many ways. Simple animals they were, gently descending the evolutionary scale because of their unfortunate ancestry and stultifying isolation.

saw listless-looking people working in barren gardens or digging clams on the fishy-smelling beach below, and groups of dirty, simian-visaged children playing around weed-grown doorsteps. Somehow

He let the boy run about for a week until he began stumbling and hurting himself, and then he shut him in an attic room across the hall from his mother's. The way they screamed at each other from behind their locked doors was very terrible, especially to little Merwin, who fancied they talked in some terrible language that was not of earth.

despising the world as if they had access to other and preferable spheres of entity.

knowing that to this sunken place all the dead had come, I trembled and did not wish again to speak with the lotos-faces. Yet

Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in  absolute  silence and barren immensity.

porque quien se distancia de la compañía de los vivos invariablemente frecuenta la compañía de cosas que no tienen vida...

And because mere walls and windows must soon drive to madness a man who dreams and reads much

Only the silent, sleepy, staring houses in the backwoods can tell all that has lain hidden since the early days; and they are not communicative, being loath to shake off the drowsiness which helps them forget.

Madness was in all the Jermyns, and people were glad there were not many of them.

the sailor who broke down the door could perhaps have told frightful things if he had not forthwith gone completely mad—

The Whisperer in Darkness

O quanto mais se afastava do mundo ao redor, mais exuberantes tornavam-se os sonhos;

Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream. It