Quotes About Mystery

The Picture in the House * * * * * Written: December 12th 1920 First Published in The National Amateur, Vol. 41, No. 6 (July 1919)

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

At times I fancied that every contour of these blasphemous fish-frogs was overflowing with the ultimate quintessence of unknown and inhuman evil.

The purpose of my visit, and the frightful abnormalities it postulated, struck me all at once with a chill sensation that nearly overbalanced my ardour for strange delvings.

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

From them there was never any gossip, for to even the commonest of mortal instincts there are terrible boundaries.

Naturally, there were many human bodies washed along by the streams in that tragic period; but those who described these strange shapes felt quite sure that they were not human, despite some superficial resemblances in size and general outline.

Forms strangely robed, but at once noble and familiar, walked abroad, and under the horned waning moon men talked wisdom in a tongue which I understood, though it was unlike any language I had ever known.

Clearly, some cryptic, evil movement was afoot on a large scale—just what, I could not say.

having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro who had come from one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which formed a short cut from the waterfront to the deceased's home

Hay zonas sombrías en los alrededores de nuestros senderos cotidianos, y cada tanto un alma maldita abre un portal en ellas para acercarse a nosotros. Cuando eso ocurre, el hombre que lo presencia debe atacar antes de que se desaten terribles consecuencias

The cases were of a strange golden wood, with fronts of exquisite glass, and containing the mummified forms of creatures outreaching in grotesqueness the most chaotic dreams of man.

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

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

Ma più meravigliosa dei racconti dei vecchi e dei libri, è la voce segreta dell'oceano. Blu, verde, grigio, bianco o nero; calmo, arruffato o tempestoso, l'oceano non è mai in silenzio. (La nave bianca)

Oh no a nigger cat!

When it comes to horror, I always prefer the nebulous & the implied to the physical & the described.

H.P. Lovecraft

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?

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

H.P. Lovecraft

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.

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.

H.P. Lovecraft