Quotes About Horror

This place had once been the seat of an evil older than mankind and wider than the known universe.

mountains of madness

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.

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.

Oh no a nigger cat!

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.

H.P. Lovecraft

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

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.

H.P. Lovecraft

H.P. Lovecraft

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

Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.

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

To hint to unimaginative people of a horror beyond all human conception—a horror of houses and blocks and cities leprous and cancerous with evil dragged from elder worlds—would be merely to invite a padded cell instead of restful rustication, and Malone was a man of sense despite his mysticism.

dark hints of strange, small, and terrible hidden races of troglodytes and burrowers.

A crack formed and enlarged, and the whole door gave way—but from the other side; whence poured a howling tumult of ice-cold wind with all the stenches of the bottomless pit, and whence reached a sucking force not of earth or heaven, which, coiling sentiently about the paralysed detective, dragged him through the aperture and down unmeasured spaces filled with whispers and wails, and gusts of mocking laughter.

Behind everything crouched the brooding, festering horror of the ancient town, and of the mouldy, unhallowed garret gable where he wrote and studied and wrestled with figures and formulae when he was not tossing on the meagre iron bed.

s? fii con?tient c? exi?ti ?i totu?i s? ?tii c? nu mai e?ti o fiin?? delimitat? distinct de celelalte fiin?e ... este culmea de nespus a spaimei ?i a agoniei.

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.

Ama mistiklerin gördüÄŸü düÅŸlerin dünyan?n ac?mas?z ak?lc?l??? kar??s?nda ne a??rl??? olabilirdi ki?

My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares and waterfronts to courts and squares and waterfronts equally forgotten, and in the Cyclopean modern towers and pinnacles that rise blackly Babylonian under waning moons, I had found instead only a sense of horror and oppression which threatened to master, paralyse, and annihilate me.

Ansigterne på den flygtende menneskemængde var forvrængede af et åbenlyst vanvid, født af en uudholdelig rædsel, og deres læber formede ord, der var så frygtelige, at ingen magtede at standse op for at få fat i meningen.