Quotes About Otherworldly

Love is always meant to be. Always, always, always. It is our sin, our folly, our feeble eyes that lead us astray. But love... love is love. Beyond us. Otherworldly. Godly. We capture a bit of the heavenly and hold it close and then it escapes us. We are so foolish, letting it depart! That is when tragedy occurs. Love...love is always meant to be. It may escape us, but it hovers nearby, waiting to be recaptured, held close.

One thing you can count on when visiting the Nevernever: you don't ever get bored.

The Sidhe are prancy, but fierce.

BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.

One thing you can count on when visiting the Nevernever: you don't ever get bored.

She knew that nothing she could imagine could approach the strangeness of the expidition's first contact with non-Terrestrial beings. She could not predict what would happen. It was the sense of immersing herself in strangeness that she sought, knowing she would have to meet the reality with equanimity, and wing it from there.

I hold communications with saints and angels, even with satan himself.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

She did not look like my sister, she did not look like any mortal woman at all. She carried herself as if she were the greatest queen that had ever been born. We

I can see ghosts.

Elves are cool, man.

I've had a few ghostly encounters.

I've had a few alien encounters.

This situation has got eldritch coming out the ass.

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.7 — C. S. Lewis

You see them? You see the things that float and flop about you and through you ever moment of your life? You see the creatures that form what men call the pure air and the blue sky? Have I not succeeded in breaking down the barrier; have I not shown you worlds that no other living men have seen?

I could not write about "ordinary people" because I am not in the least interested in them.

There had been aeons when other Things ruled on the earth, and They had had great cities. Remains of Them, he said the deathless Chinamen had told him, were still be found as Cyclopean stones on islands in the Pacific. They all died vast epochs of time before men came, but there were arts which could revive Them when the stars had come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity. They had, indeed, come themselves from the stars, and brought Their images with Them.

The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them.

Sometimes I think our presence here is due to a cosmic blunder, that we were meant for another planet altogether, with other arrangements, and other laws, and other, grimmer skies. I try to imagine it, our true place, off on the far side of the galaxy, whirling and whirling. And the ones who were meant for here, are they out there, baffled and homesick, like us? No, they would have become extinct long ago. How could they survive, these gentle earthlings, in a world that was made to contain us.

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.

If you Have ever Fainted, You Are a stranger in the land of the dead!

I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. . . .

If we discover a desire within us that nothing in this world can satisfy, also we should begin to wonder if perhaps we were created for another world.