Quotes About Abyss

This hero had gone into the abyss, gone irrevocably, the son of the astrologer-king, forgiven on the eve of Sunday, the cruel fifth procurator of Judea, the equestrian Pontius Pilate.

But my very feelings changed to repulsion and terror when I saw the whole man slowly emerge from the window and begin to crawl down the castle wall over that dreadful abyss, face down with his cloak spreading out around him like great wings.

reason is our only way of grasping reality—that it's our basic tool of survival. We are free to evade the effort of thinking—to reject reason—but we are not free to avoid the penalty of the abyss we refuse to see.

When you look into the abyss, it's not supposed to wave back.

Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell.

I'd gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back, just like Daddy always said it would: You want to know about life, Mac? It's simple. Keep watching rainbows, baby. Keep looking at the sky. You find what you look for. If you go hunting good in the world, you'll find it. If you go hunting evil . . . well, don't.

Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell. We stand in front of those two possible apertures at all times; choose which one to go through.

En cherchant l'oeil de Dieu, je n'ai vu qu'un orbite Vaste, noir et sans fond...

The words moved out into the darkness hovered like butterflies somehow freestanding I heard the abyss breathing

The stroke of each caress, to the abyss Whether dark or transparent We shall not know No stroke is a caress; not even in its gentlest gesture Your skin touches mine Music touches us, with its innermost membranes . . .

Like a song from the depthless regions of space, he was a thing that should not be, an echo of a scream made by someone who had never existed.

a crevice deep

With its head in the heavens, and its foundation in the Abyss, this tower would be the center of power for the pantheon of gods, uniting with the earthly potentate Nimrod. It would make them an unstoppable united force of heaven and earth.

The waters of the Abyss also operated as a passageway that linked the earth above with the underworld below. Panias had a nickname throughout the land. It was called the Gates of Hades.

He knew suddenly that if he fell he would fall forever. Into the abyss, plunging into his own terror and defeat, endlessly, through the self-spinning labyrinth, mind frozen in boundless anguish, a maze of unending experience, unending fright, implacable walls, halls, steps, ramps, crypts, vaults, passages, always icy, always out of reach.

E quem chegasse ao caos da boca deste monstro, fosse besta, navio ou pedra, ele engolia incontinente com sua bocarra enorme e fétida, e perecia no abismo sem fundo de seu estômago". PHILLEMON HOLLAND. "A MORAL DE PLUTARCO".

And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods—the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.

There is only darkness, starless and complete. The waves glitter like a million dull knives.

It was as if some magnetic repulsion, which before had kept our two carriages from meeting and passing, had now been reversed, and so sucked me inexorably forward, drawing me towards something my heart made clear I feared - or should fear - utterly, in the way some people are fatally attracted towards an abyss while standing on its very edge.

The man is a drunk with a drunk's bloated self-image – Abyss knows, drunks think themselves clever, and measure the prowess of their wit by the genius of their rationalizations. Of course, the first fool they deceive is themselves.

We are all pushed into a world of madness, yet it must now fall to each of us to pull back from this Abyss, to drag ourselves free of the descending spiral. From horror, grief must be fashioned, and from grief, compassion.

One day,' he said, 'we shall walk the Roads to the Abyss. And so witness all the wonders of the universe.

The dark surface of the mirror seemed to be the portal to a bottomless void. The suggestion of faint, distant stars spun in its depths.

You took me from the crystal, the first gate to the source, and dragged me to into the abyss. You sought to eclipse all knowledge of light from my soul, so that I would become your dark god. But Sofia…" and here he paused with a smile. "Don't you understand that by showing me the dark of the Tree, you made me into the perfect avatar of the Shamir? The true king must have knowledge of both light and dark. You gave me this.