Howard Phillips Lovecraft citáty

iný preklad: Nie je mŕtve to čo môže večne dumať a po zvláštnych érach aj smrť môže skonať.
iný preklad: Nie vždy je mŕtve to, čo nekonečné veky leží nehybne, a v podivných vekoch vekov ani len smrť sa smrti nevyhne.
poviedka: Volanie Cthulhu
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„Nešťastný je ten koho spomienky sú naplnené iba hrôzou a smútkom.“

— Howard Phillips Lovecraft

poviedka: Vydedenec,The Outsider
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„Za hranicou života sú hrôzy o, ktorých nemáme ani poňatia, a z času na čas ich k nám privolá to, že do nich človek ničomne vŕta.“

— Howard Phillips Lovecraft

poviedka: Tá vec na prahu
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„Spomienky si uchovávajú výlučne chudí a osamelí“

— Howard Phillips Lovecraft

poviedka: Slávnosť
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„Ale vo vesmíre nájdeme balzam rovnako ako horkosť. A tým balzamom je zabudnutie.“

— Howard Phillips Lovecraft

poviedka: Vydedenec,The Outsider
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„Naozajstný horor – hrôzu, ktorá paralyzuje myseľ a zamorí ju nočnými morami – nemožno následne už nikdy vyliečiť.“

— Howard Phillips Lovecraft

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„Žijeme naše životy na malom ostrovčeku zaslepenosti, bez povedomia o temných oceánoch nekonečna okolo nás. Nemali by sme sa snažiť príliš rozhliadať.“

— Howard Phillips Lovecraft

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„Misionári sú diabolské stvorenia, ktoré by mali byť držané doma. (12. septembra, 1925)“

— Howard Phillips Lovecraft

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"The Defence Remains Open!" (April 1921), published in Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy edited by S. T. Joshi, p. 53
Non-Fiction
Kontext: The opinions of the masses are of no interest to me, for praise can truly gratify only when it comes from a mind sharing the author's perspective. There are probably seven persons, in all, who really like my work; and they are enough. I should write even if I were the only patient reader, for my aim is merely self-expression. I could not write about "ordinary people" because I am not in the least interested in them. Without interest there can be no art. Man's relations to man do not captivate my fancy. It is man's relation to the cosmos—to the unknown—which alone arouses in me the spark of creative imagination. The humanocentric pose is impossible to me, for I cannot acquire the primitive myopia which magnifies the earth and ignores the background. Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty. Like the late Mr. Wilde, "I live in terror of not being misunderstood."

„That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.“

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— H.P. Lovecraft, kniha The Nameless City

Varianta: That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.
Zdroj: The Nameless City

„If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!“

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— H.P. Lovecraft, kniha The Temple

Zdroj: The Temple

„I can better understand the inert blindness & defiant ignorance of the reactionaries from having been one of them. I know how smugly ignorant I was—wrapped up in the arts, the natural (not social) sciences, the externals of history & antiquarianism, the abstract academic phases of philosophy, & so on—all the one-sided standard lore to which, according to the traditions of the dying order, a liberal education was limited. God! the things that were left out—the inside facts of history, the rational interpretation of periodic social crises, the foundations of economics & sociology, the actual state of the world today … & above all, the habit of applying disinterested reason to problems hitherto approached only with traditional genuflections, flag-waving, & callous shoulder-shrugs! All this comes up with humiliating force through an incident of a few days ago—when young Conover, having established contact with Henneberger, the ex-owner of WT, obtained from the latter a long epistle which I wrote Edwin Baird on Feby. 3, 1924, in response to a request for biographical & personal data. Little Willis asked permission to publish the text in his combined SFC-Fantasy, & I began looking the thing over to see what it was like—for I had not the least recollection of ever having penned it. Well …. I managed to get through, after about 10 closely typed pages of egotistical reminiscences & showing-off & expressions of opinion about mankind & the universe. I did not faint—but I looked around for a 1924 photograph of myself to burn, spit on, or stick pins in! Holy Hades—was I that much of a dub at 33 … only 13 years ago? There was no getting out of it—I really had thrown all that haughty, complacent, snobbish, self-centred, intolerant bull, & at a mature age when anybody but a perfect damned fool would have known better! That earlier illness had kept me in seclusion, limited my knowledge of the world, & given me something of the fatuous effusiveness of a belated adolescent when I finally was able to get around more in 1920, is hardly much of an excuse. Well—there was nothing to be done … except to rush a note back to Conover & tell him I'd dismember him & run the fragments through a sausage-grinder if he ever thought of printing such a thing! The only consolation lay in the reflection that I had matured a bit since '24. It's hard to have done all one's growing up since 33—but that's a damn sight better than not growing up at all.“

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— H.P. Lovecraft

Letter to Catherine L. Moore (7 February 1937), in Selected Letters V, 1934-1937 edited by August Derleth and Donald Wandrei, pp. 407-408
Non-Fiction, Letters