H. P. Lovecraft Quotes

Life is painful, nasty and short... in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

The world is always terrible.

Life is, of course, terrible.

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.

The secret to happiness is to face the fact that the world is horrible.

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end.

The living will envy the dead.

There's only one great evil in the world today. Despair.

Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

Aren't all these notes the senseless writings of a man who won't accept the fact that there is nothing we can do with suffering except to suffer it?

I just never really thought there could be something worse than death.

Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter?

Want is misery.

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

I do suspect that this world is hell.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.

Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of the earth is multiform.

They'll take everything, even your tears.

I'll tell you one thing, it's a cruel, cruel world.