H. P. Lovecraft Quotes

We're tortured, a lot of us, believe me.

And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside me. And i fall back into it.

The mind grows sicker than the body in contemplation of it's suffering.

I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect-in terror. In this unnerved-in this pitiable condition-I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR.

And when pain bites, men bargain. Boys too. We twist and turn, we plead and beg, we offer our tormentors what he wants so that the hurting will stop. And when there is no torturer to placate, no hooded man with hot irons and tongs, just a burn you can't escape, we bargain with God, or ourselves, depending on the size of our egos.

Everyone is tortured. Do you know anyone who isn't?

A cold in the head causes less suffering than an idea.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Unhappiness was my god.

You've been killing me inside and I don't want to die like this.

She tortured everybody around her, but only because she was more tortured than anyone.

The greater part of human pain is unnecessary. It is self-created as long as the unobserved mind runs your life.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

There are materials enough in every man's mind to make a hell there.

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.

The imagination is always the best torturer.

A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

He yearned not to feel... He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him.

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

Yet even the rich have their own kind of suffering, anxiety, doubt, and fear. So in many cases, wealthy people aren't happy! And once those with material wealth encounter small difficulties, their amount of mental suffering is sometimes bigger than it is for those who have faced such difficulties every day.

It is not the passion of a mind struggling with misfortune, or the hopelessness of its desires, but of a mind preying on itself, and disgusted with, or indifferent to all other things.

It's one thing to be discouraged. It's another thing to have despair. Despair is when you think there's just no end to this [suffering]. There's no solution for this. Despair is when you think that your suffering has no purpose, and your suffering has no end.