Quotes About Mystery

And I would tell myself that the realm beyond the wall was not more lasting merely, but more lovely and radiant as well.

I was glad that all the street-lights were turned off, as is often the custom on strongly moonlit nights in unprosperous rural regions.

So I tried to read, and soon became tremblingly absorbed by something I found in that accursed Necronomicon; a thought and a legend too hideous for sanity or consciousness.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.

Honest, wholesome structures do not stare at travellers so slyly and hauntingly

And straight in the rear were three of the mighty mountain shapes seen full against the southern stars, tiptoeing wolf-like and lumberingly, their tall mitres nodding thousands of feet in the air. The carven mountains, then, had not stayed squatting in that rigid semicircle north of Inganok with right hands uplifted. They had duties to perform, and were not remiss. But it was horrible that they never spoke, and never even made a sound in walking.

earth or sky, no hearer was ever able to place. A single lightning-bolt shot from the purple zenith to the altar-stone, and a great tidal wave of viewless force and indescribable stench swept down from the hill to all the countryside.

humdrum lives breed wistful longings of the unknown...

The region now entered by the police was one of traditionally evil repute, substantially unknown and untraversed by white men.

And before he died, Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite with coarse shaky strokes the sign of DOOM.

The trees budded prematurely around Nahum's, and at night they swayed ominously in the wind. Nahum's second son Thaddeus, a lad of fifteen, swore that they swayed also when there was no wind; but even the gossips would not credit this.

All the objects—organic and inorganic alike—were totally beyond description or even comprehension. Gilman sometimes compared the inorganic masses to prisms, labyrinths, clusters of cubes and planes, and Cyclopean buildings; and the organic things struck him variously as groups of bubbles, octopi, centipedes, living Hindoo idols, and intricate Arabesques roused into a kind of ophidian animation.

I saw the sun peering redly through the last gusts of a little sandstorm that hovered over the nameless city, and marked the quietness of the rest of the landscape.

arcades of horror

God worked in mysterious ways; Lincoln wasn't perfect, but he was perfectly suited to his task. "Taking him for all in all, measuring the tremendous magnitude of the work before him, considering the necessary means to ends, and surveying the end from the beginning, infinite wisdom has seldom sent any man into the world better fitted for his mission than Abraham Lincoln.

Time is the one thing we can all agree to call supernatural.

The best stories are the open ones, those you don't quite understand.

Is she always elusive?" "Her whole life's a no-show.

Those magical fucks, when everything else falls away.

Sex is like art: if you know what you're doing, you don't know what you're doing.

Since her childhood her parents and grandparents had taught her that she shouldn't waste her time asking God the whys and hows of life. Those problems were best left for Him to figure out.

But when she turned at the entryway and looked back at him, he left the table and followed, as if she were a magnet, drawing him away from his better judgement.

cry so strange that it frightened him.

Life is a faerytale written by God's hand.