Quotes About Fear

Horror and the unknown or the strange are always closely connected, so that it is hard to create a convincing picture of shattered natural law or cosmic alienage or "outsideness" without laying stress on the emotion of fear.

shadowy tangles of unpaved musty-smelling lanes where eldritch

I should not have ventured out that night; for the taint of thunder was in the clouds

From what black wells of Acherontic fear or feeling, from what unplumbed gulfs of extra-cosmic consciousness or obscure, long-latent heredity, were those half-articulate thunder-croakings drawn?

Good God! What eldritch dream-world was this into which he had blundered?

You cannot oppose what you cannot see or feel. You cannot oppose the thousand-dimensional. Suppose they should eat their way to us through space!

I. Introduction

I can still see Herbert West under the sinister electric light as he injected his reanimating solution into the arm of the headless body. The scene I cannot describe--I should faint if I tried it, for there is madness in a room full of classified charnel things, with blood and lesser human debris almost ankle-deep on the slimy floor, and with hideous reptilian abnormalities sprouting, bubbling, and baking over a winking bluish-green spectre of dim flame in a far corner of black shadows. The

St. John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, and such is my knowledge that I am about to blow out my brains for fear I shall be mangled in the same way. Down unlit and illimitable corridors of eldritch phantasy sweeps the black, shapeless Nemesis that drives me to self-annihilation.

Some said the thunder called the lurking fear out of its habitation, while others said the thunder was its voice.

Ye have done much to bring about the indescribable return. May ye go mad quickly and not be devoured.

I am Providence.

All the terror I had dimly felt before rushed upon me actively and vividly, and I knew that I loathed the ancient and abhorrent creature so near me with an infinite intensity.

Ulrich the Axe, famed for his bloody deeds among Christians and pagans alike.

For those who relish speculation regarding the future, the tale of supernatural horror provides an interesting field.

Certainly, we were in one of the strangest, weirdest, and most terrible of all the corners of earth's globe.

Masson disliked and respected the ferocious little rodents, for he knew the danger that lurked in their flashing, needle-sharp fangs;

Now, as the baying of that dead, fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those accursed web-wings circles closer and closer, I shall seek with my revolver the oblivion which is my only refuge from the unnamed and unnamable.

Carter did not wish to meet a bhole, so

I hate the moon—I am afraid of it—for when it shines on certain scenes familiar and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous. It

But I do not fear him now, for I suspect that he has known horrors beyond my ken. Now I fear for him.

It is not unusual for the central menace of a work of horror fiction to be interpreted as a metaphor for the larger fears of a society.

My fear again waned low, since a natural phenomenon tends to dispel broodings over the unknown.

better to meet a ghoul, which one can see, than a bhole, which one cannot see.