P Lovecraft
P Lovecraft
emotion emotions fear oldest strongest
Fear is the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind.
fear halloween strong-emotions
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear.
emotional space law
Time, space, and natural law hold for me suggestions of intolerable bondage, and I can form no picture of emotional satisfaction which does not involve their defeat--especially the defeat of time, so that one may merge oneself with the whole historic stream and be wholly emancipated from the transient and the ephemeral.
real emotional order
No one ever wrote a story yet without some real emotional drive behind it--and I have not that drive except where violations of the natural order ... defiances and evasions of time, space, and cosmic law ... are concerned.
emotional two foundation
I can look back . . . at two distinct periods of opinion whose foundations I have successively come to distrust a period before 1919 or so, when the weight of classic authority unduly influenced me, and another period from 1919 to about 1925, when I placed too high a value on the elements of revolt, florid colour, and emotional extravagance or intensity.
law cosmos fundamentals
All my tales are based on the fundamental premise that common human laws and interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos-at-large.
blank sensible ifs
If we were sensible we would seek death--the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed.
memories way horror
Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.
world pope concerned
So far as English versification is concerned, Pope was the world, and all the world was Pope.
lonely thrill woods
No amount of rationalisation, reform, or Freudian analysis can quite annul the thrill of the chimney-corner whisper or the lonely wood.
shortcuts thinker primitive
It is only the inferior thinker who hastens to explain the singular and the complex by the primitive shortcut of supernaturalism.
stars fall hero
Rome was so mighty that it could not fall. It had to vanish in a cloud, like so many of the mythical heros of antiquity, and to receive its apotheosis among the stars before men became fully aware that it had vanished from the earth!
beautiful real records
In my actual imaginative contact with life, I am vastly more responsive to beauty than to horror--indeed, I never experience real cosmic horror except in infrequent nightmares. However, when I come to record my various imaginative experiences, I generally find that only the horror items have any uniqueness or originality. Others have seen the same beautiful things that I have seen, & have sung them more nobly.
doors hands body
The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!