H. P. Lovecraft Quotes

You don't even live once.

I want no part of making any contribution whatsoever to the despair which eventually follows downbeat thinking.

I don't hope for anything. Not only in my professional life, but in my family life also. My total lifestyle is like that.

Nihilism is not only despair and negation, but above all the desire to despair and to negate.

Yes, I'm reckless and sometime express no concern for my own well being, and I express a misanthropic view of the world, but to have an opinion, you can't be a nihilist.

I used to think drinking was the only way to be happy. Now I know there is no way to be happy.

Yeah, it's pretty hard not to be completely cynical these days.

Nobody's interested in sweetness and light.

I think you can get to a point where nihilism, if that's the right word, is overwhelming, and the basic laws that society has set up - either religious or social laws - become meaningless.

We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusion, just as effectively as by bombs.

I do get cynical, but what can you do? It doesn't make any difference.

Famously, there's not really anywhere to go after nihilism. It's not progressing toward anything, it's a statement of outrage, however brilliant.

The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.

Science has killed religion. There's no hope for the future with seven billion of us on the planet, and the only thing you can do is to laugh in the face of it all.

Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on." The older woman poured herself a glass of sangria. "Screw that," she said quietly. "What?" "Screw that. Wash your mouth out. Who taught you that half-assed existential drivel?

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and there was no other in which we could take refuge.

Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

In a world that's ugly and a lie, it's hard to even want to try.

I have little belief in human progress. The human race is incurably idiotic. It will never be happy.

"Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?" The Imass shrugged before replying. "I think of futility, Adjunct." "Do all Imass think about futility?" "No. Few think at all." "Why is that?" The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. "Because, Adjunct, it is futile."

It is best not to have been born at all: but, if born, as quickly as possible to return whence one came.

How do you know what the world is like? Do you know the world is a foul sty? Do you know if you rip the fronts off houses you'd find swine? The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it?

Philosophy seems to me on the whole a rather hopeless business.

Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards.