H. P. Lovecraft Quotes

The sentiment of fear is nearly allied to that of hatred.

Hate is an automatic response to fear, for fear humiliates.

Don't get all sentimental on me, Makes me think I'm gonna die.

I'm still afraid of things, obviously - we're human. But I like that feeling of being afraid.

My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.

What happens with fear is that probability doesn't matter very much. That is, once I have raised the possibility that something terrible can happen to your child, even though the possibility is remote, you may find it very difficult to think of anything else. Emotion becomes dominant.

If I faltered, there would be no arms to hold me and the world would be a cold and forbidding place.

You can't be afraid. You can be sad if you like. You can be angry. But it's the fear that'll freeze you in place.

Love can isolate us from everything around us. But in its absence, we can be filled with the fear that something comparable exists.

The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.

Never have anything to do with likes and dislikes. The absence of what one likes is painful, as is the presence of what one dislikes. Therefore don't take a liking to anything. To lose what one likes is hard, but there are no bonds for those who have no likes and dislikes. From preference arises sorrow, from preference arises fear, but he who is freed from preference has no sorrow and certainly no fear.

Pain is superficial, and therefore fear is. The torments of martyrdoms are probably most keenly felt by the by-standers.

The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.

Fear and stress - one creates the other.

Once fear enters your life - it will take you in one of two directions: empowerment or panic.

Indifference pretends to create peace, but it is based on not caring, a silent resignation. It is a movement away, a separation fed by a subtle fear of the heart. We pull back, believing that what happens to others is not our concern. Our courage leaves us. Indifference is a misguided way of defending ourselves.

Clearly, all fear has an element of resistance and a leaning away from the moment. Its dynamic is not unlike that of strong desire except that fear leans backward into the last safe moment while desire leans forward toward the next possibility of satisfaction. Each lacks presence. (29)

People tolerate those they fear further than those they love.

I grant you that frustration is a very mild form of fear, yet it is fear nonetheless.

I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled, and whom all men disowned?

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.

Of all the passions, fear weakens judgment most.

Horror causes men to clench their fists, and in horror men join together.

The tyrant now Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber The watch-dog guards his couch, the only friend He now dare trust.

Anger is nothing more than an outward expression of hurt, fear and frustration