Говард Филлипс Лавкрафт цитаты

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„Страх — самое древнее и сильное из человеческих чувств, а самый древний и самый сильный страх — страх неведомого.“

„Мне кажется, самая милосердная вещь в мире - это неспособность человеческого разума связать воедино все его составляющие. Мы живем на тихом острове невежества посреди черного моря бесконечности, и это не значит, что нам надо выходить за его пределы. Науки, продвигающиеся каждая в свою сторону, до сих пор приносили нам мало вреда; но в один прекрасный день собирание разрозненных кусочков знания в единое целое откроет нам такие страшные перспективы реальности и нашего в ней положения, что нам останется либо сойти с ума от этого откровения, либо спасаться от света знания в мире и безопасности нового средневековья.“

„Если бы религия была правдой - ее последователи не вбивали бы ее насильно в головы детей, а лишь наставляли бы их на неуклонный поиск истины, вне зависимости от ее соответствия традициям или практической пользы.“

„Хорошо быть циником, еще лучше быть кошкой, а лучше всего - не существовать вовсе. Самоуничтожение - наиболее логичная штука в мире, мы боимся смерти исключительно из-за своей примитивной трусости перед тьмой и неизвестностью. Будь мы разумнее, мы бы стремились к смерти - той блаженной пустоте, которой мы наслаждались до того, как начали существовать.“

„Почти никто не танцует трезвым, если только он не безумен.“

„А так как стены и окна рано или поздно могут свести с ума человека, который много читает и много мечтает, то обитатель этой комнаты привык каждую ночь высовываться из окна, чтобы хоть краем глаза увидеть нечто, не принадлежащее земному миру с его серыми многоэтажными городами.“

„Немногие из людей знают, что чудеса открыты для них в историях и взглядах их юности. Будучи детьми, мы слушаем и мечтаем, мы мыслим, но наши взгляды не полностью сформированы. И когда мы, будучи взрослыми, пытаемся вспомнить это - мы уже прозаичны и черствы, отравленные ядом жизни.“

„Человек может играть силами природы лишь до определенных пределов; то, что вы создали, обернется против вас.“

„Я достаточно разочаровался, чтобы знать, что мнение человека по любому вопросу не стоит и выеденного яйца, не будучи подкрепленным информацией достаточно подлинной, чтобы он знал, о чем говорит.“

„Если я безумен, это милость! Да сжалятся боги над человеком, который в заскорузлости своей останется нормальным до жуткого конца“

„Самая старая и самая сильная эмоция человечества - это страх.“

„Не вызывай того, кого не сможешь повергнуть.“

„Впечатлительность — удел ничтожеств.“

„Следует помнить, что нет никаких реальных оснований ожидать чего угодно, в частности, от человечества. «Добро» и «зло» — это сугубо локальные понятия (или их отсутствие) и никак не космические истины или законы. Мы называем нечто «добром», потому что оно несет в себе какие-либо мелкие сугубо человеческие условия, которые нам чем-то приятны. В то же время разумно и просто предположить, что все человечество — это вредный паразит и должно быть уничтожено на благо планеты или Вселенной. Во всей этой трагедии слепой механистической природы нет никаких абсолютных истин — ничто не может быть признано заведомо «хорошим» или «плохим», кроме как с абсурдной ограниченной точки зрения. Единственной космической реальностью является бессмысленная, неуклонная, роковая, безнравственная и неисчислимая неизбежность. Для нас же, как для человеческих существ, единственная ощутимая шкала ценностей основывается на уменьшении страданий своего существования.“

„Вот древний-древний сад, который вижу я во снах,
Где солнца майский луч игривый призрачно отсвечен,
Цветы увядшие безвкусны, они в серых все тонах,
А стен развалины пробудят размышленья о прошедшем.
Лоза ползет в укромных уголках, и мох в пруду,
Беседку чаща задушила темнотою и прохладой,
А на безмолвных майских тропах редко травы я найду,
И запах тлена плесневелый здесь сильней всех ароматов.
И не найти живых существ в совсем забытом месте том,
И за оградой тишина не отзовется звуком эха,
Но я иду, я жду и вслушиваюсь в поиске своем,
И знаю, что тот сад рожден веленьем сгинувшего века.
Я буду часто вызывать виденья дня, что больше нет,
И взгляд на серый-серый вид откроет в памяти мне дверцу.
Печаль утихнет, и я вздрогну, вдруг поняв простой ответ:
Цветы поникшие – надежды, сад же – это мое сердце.“

„Мы живём на тихом островке невежества посреди темного моря бесконечности, и нам вовсе не следует плавать на далекие расстояния.“

„Беспочвенный оптимизм.“

„Я пишу в необычном душевном состоянии, потому что вечером меня не станет.“

„Ибо только бедные и одинокие умеют помнить.“

„Ахерон многоликого сатанизма…“

„Многовековое могильное безмолвие…“

„Нет другой темы, кроме Непознанного, в чем бы я испытывал вдохновение и о чем мог бы писать. Жизнь никогда не интересовала меня настолько, насколько бегство от жизни.“

„Следует помнить, что нет никаких реальных оснований ожидать чего угодно, в частности, от человечества. "Добро" и "зло"“

„Мы живем на маленьком острове слепоты, не осознавая темных океанов бесконечности вокруг нас. Мы не должны пытаться оглядываться вокруг.“

„Я вновь и вновь говорю Вам: не вызывайте Того, кого не сможете Покорить воле своей. Под сими словами подразумеваю я Того, кто сможет в свою Очередь призвать против Вас такие силы, против которых бесполезны окажутся Ваши самые сильные инструменты и заклинания. Проси Меньшего, ибо Великий может не пожелать дать тебе Ответа, и в его власти окажешься не только ты, но и много большее“

„Некоторые факты о покойном Артуре Джермине и его семье“

„Случай Чарльза Декстера Варда“

“As for New England as a seat of weirdness—a little historic reflection will show why it is more naturally redolent of the bizarre & the sinister than any other part of America. It was here that the most gloomy-minded of all the colonists settled; & here that the dark moods & cryptic hills pressed closest. An abnormal Puritan psychology led to all kinds of repression, furtiveness, & grotesque hidden crime, while the long winters & backwoods isolation fostered monstrous secrets which never came to light. To me there is nothing more fraught with mystery & terror than a remote Massachusetts farmhouse against a lonely hill. Where else could an outbreak like the Salem witchcraft have occurred? Rhode Island does not share these tenedencies—its history & settlement being different from those of other parts of New England—but just across the line in the old Bay State the macabre broods at its strongest.”

“Behold great Whitman, whose licentious line
Delights the rake, and warms the souls of swine;
Whose fever'd fancy shuns the measur'd pace,
And copies Ovid's filth without his grace.
In his rough brain a genius might have grown,
Had he not sought to play the brute alone;
But void of shame, he let his wit run wild,
And liv'd and wrote as Adam's bestial child.
Averse to culture, strange to humankind,
He never knew the pleasures of the mind.
Scorning the pure, the delicate, the clean,
His joys were sordid, and his morals mean.
Thro' his gross thoughts a native vigour ran,
From which he deem'd himself the perfect man:
But want of decency his rank decreas'd,
And sunk him to the level of the beast.
Would that his Muse had dy'd before her birth,
Nor spread such foul corruption o'er the earth.”

“I should describe mine own nature as tripartite, my interests consisting of three parallel and dissociated groups—(a) Love of the strange and fantastic. (b) Love of the abstract truth and of scientific logick. (c) Love of the ancient and the permanent. Sundry combinations of these three strains will probably account for all my odd tastes and eccentricities.”

“Of what use is it to please the herd? They are simply coarse animals — for all that is admirable in man is the artificial product of special breeding. We advocate the preservation of conditions favourable to the growth of beautiful things — imposing palaces, beautiful cities, elegant literature, resposeful art and music, and a physically select human type such as only luxury and a pure racial strain can produce. Thus we oppose democracy, if only because it would retard the development of a handsome Nordic breed. We realise that all conceptions of justice and ethics are mere prejudices and illusions — there is no earthly reason why the masses should not be kept down for the benefit of the strong, since every man is for himself in the last analysis.”

“In cloud-ships the gods are wont to travel, and wise cotters have legends that keep them from certain high peaks at night when it is cloudy, for the gods are not lenient as of old.”

“The brave Norwegian drove his vessel head on against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean froth like the stern of a daemon galleon. The awful squid-head with writhing feelers came nearly up to the bowsprit of the sturdy yacht, but Johansen drove on relentlessly. There was a bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that the chronicler could not put on paper. For an instant the ship was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous seething astern; where — God in heaven!”

“The best critics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries demand perfect rhyming, and no aspirant for fame can afford to depart from a standard so universal. It is evidently the true goal of the English, as well as of the French bard; the goal from which we are but temporarily deflected during the preceding age.
But exceptions should and must be made in the case of a few who have somehow absorbed the atmosphere of other days, and who long in their hearts for the stately sound of the old classic cadences. Well may their predilection for imperfect rhyming be discouraged to a limited extent, but to chain them wholly to modern rules would be barbarous. Every limited mind demands a certain freedom of expression, and the man who cannot express himself satisfactorily without the stimulation derived from the spirited mode of two centuries ago should certainly be permitted to follow without undue restraint a practice so harmless, so free from essential error, and so sanctioned by precedent, as that of employing in his poetical compositions the smooth and inoffensive allowable rhyme.”

“No one thinks or feels or appreciates or lives a mental-emotional-imaginative life at all, except in terms of the artificial reference-points supply'd him by the enveloping body of race-tradition and heritage into which he is born. We form an emotionally realisable picture of the external world, and an emotionally endurable set of illusions as to values and directions in existence, solely and exclusively through the arbitrary concepts and folkways bequeathed to us through our traditional culture-stream. Without this stream around us we are absolutely adrift in a meaningless and irrelevant chaos which has not the least capacity to give us any satisfaction apart from the trifling animal ones... Without our nationality—that is, our culture-grouping—we are merely wretched nuclei of agony and bewilderment in the midst of alien and directionless emptiness... We have an Aryan heritage, a Western-European heritage, a Teutonic-Celtic heritage, an Anglo-Saxon or English heritage, an Anglo-American heritage, and so on—but we can't detach one layer from another without serious loss—loss of a sense of significance and orientation in the world. America without England is absolutely meaningless to a civilised man of any generation yet grown to maturity. The breaking of the saving tie is leaving these colonies free to build up a repulsive new culture of money, speed, quantity, novelty, and industrial slavery, but that future culture is not ours, and has no meaning for us... Possibly the youngest generation already born and mentally active—boys of ten to fifteen—will tend to belong to it, as indeed a widespread shift in their tastes and instincts and loyalties would seem to indicate. But to say all this has anything to do with us is a joke! These boys are the Bedes and Almins of a new, encroaching, and apparently inferior culture. We are the Boëthii and Symmachi and Cassiodori of an older and perhaps dying culture. It is to our interest to keep our own culture alive as long as we can—and if possible to reserve and defend certain areas against the onslaughts of the enemy.”

“Barzai knew so much of the gods that he could tell of their comings and goings, and guessed so many of their secrets that he was deemed half a god himself.”

“The ocean ate the last of the land and poured into the smoking gulf, thereby giving up all it had ever conquered. From the new-flooded lands it flowed again, uncovering death and decay; and from its ancient and immemorial bed it trickled loathsomely, uncovering nighted secrets of the years when Time was young and the gods unborn. Above the waves rose weedy remembered spires. The moon laid pale lilies of light on dead London, and Paris stood up from its damp grave to be sanctified with star-dust. Then rose spires and monoliths that were weedy but not remembered; terrible spires and monoliths of lands that men never knew were lands…”

“The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question the past very closely.”

“I felt that some horrible scene or object lurked beyond the silk-hung walls, and shrank from glancing through the arched, latticed windows that opened so bewilderingly on every hand.”

“The negro is fundamentally the biological inferior of all White and even Mongolian races, and the Northern people must occasionally be reminded of the danger which they incur in admitting him too freely to the privileges of society and government. …The Birth of a Nation, … is said to furnish a remarkable insight into the methods of the Ku-Klux-Klan, that noble but much maligned band of Southerners who saved half of our country from destruction at the close of the Civil War. The Conservative has not yet witnessed the picture in question, but he has seen both in literary and dramatic form The Clansman, that stirring, though crude and melodramatic story by Rev. Thomas Dixon, Jr., on which The Birth of a Nation is based, and has likewise made a close historical study of the Klu-Klux-Klan, finding as a result of his research nothing but Honour, Chivalry, and Patriotism in the activities of the Invisible Empire. The Klan merely did for the people what the law refused to do, removing the ballot from unfit hands and restoring to the victims of political vindictiveness their natural rights. The alleged lawbreaking of the Klan was committed only by irresponsible miscreants who, after the dissolution of the Order by its Grand Wizard, Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest, used its weird masks and terrifying costumes to veil their unorganised villainies.
Race prejudice is a gift of Nature, intended to preserve in purity the various divisions of mankind which the ages have evolved.”

“Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous. Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species — if separate species we be — for its reserve of unguessed horrors could never be borne by mortal brains if loosed upon the world.”

“Above the mists on Hatheg-Kla, earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently; for they know they are safe, and love to come from unknown Kadath in ships of clouds and play in the olden way, as they did when earth was new and men not given to the climbing of inaccessible places.”

“Four years ago a large part of the civilised world laboured under certain biological fallacies which may, in a sense, be held responsible for the extent and duration of the present conflict. These fallacies, which were the foundation of pacifism and other pernicious forms of social and political radicalism, dealt with the capacity of man to evolve mentally beyond his former state of subservience to primate instinct and pugnacity, and to conduct his affairs and international or interracial relations on a basis of reason and good-will. That belief in such capability is unscientific and childishly naive, is beside the question.”

“Mystery attracts mystery.”

“I really agree that Yog-Sothoth is a basically immature conception, & unfitted for really serious literature. The fact is, I have never approached serious literature yet. But I consider the use of actual folk-myths as even more childish than the use of new artificial myths, since in the former one is forced to retain many blatant peurilities & contradictions of experienced which could be subtilised or smoothed over if the supernaturalism were modelled to order for the given case. The only permanently artistic use of Yog-Sothothery, I think, is in symbolic or associative phantasy of the frankly poetic type; in which fixed dream-patterns of the natural organism are given an embodiment & crystallisation... But there is another phase of cosmic phantasy (which may or may not include frank Yog-Sothothery) whose foundations appear to me as better grounded than those of ordinary oneiroscopy; personal limitations regarding the sense of outsideness. I refer to the aesthetic crystallisation of that burning & inextinguishable feeling of mixed wonder & oppression which the sensitive imagination experiences upon scaling itself & its restrictions against the vast & provocative abyss of the unknown. This has always been the chief emotion in my psychology; & whilst it obviously figures less in the psychology of the majority, it is clearly a well-defined & permanent factor from which very few sensitive persons are wholly free.... Reason as we may, we cannot destroy a normal perception of the highly limited & fragmentary nature of our visible world of perception & experience as scaled against the outside abyss of unthinkable galaxies & unplumbed dimensions—an abyss wherein our solar system is the merest dot... The time has come when the normal revolt against time, space, & matter must assume a form not overtly incompatible with what is known of reality—when it must be gratified by images forming supplements rather than contradictions of the visible & measurable universe. And what, if not a form of non-supernatural cosmic art, is to pacify this sense of revolt—as well as gratify the cognate sense of curiosity?”

“All my stories, unconnected as they may be, are based on the fundamental lore or legend that this world was inhabited at one time by another race who, in practising black magic, lost their foothold and were expelled, yet live on outside ever ready to take possession of this earth again.”

“I used to be a hide-bound Tory simply for traditional and antiquarian reasons—and because I had never done any real thinking on civics and industry and the future. The depression—and its concomitant publicisation of industrial, financial, and governmental problems—jolted me out of my lethargy and led me to reëxamine the facts of history in the light of unsentimental scientific analysis; and it was not long before I realised what an ass I had been. The liberals at whom I used to laugh were the ones who were right—for they were living in the present while I had been living in the past. They had been using science while I had been using romantic antiquarianism. At last I began to recognise something of the way in which capitalism works—always piling up concentrated wealth and impoverishing the bulk of the population until the strain becomes so intolerable as to force artificial reform.”

“Disintegration is quite painless, I assure you.”

“We must stop thinking primarily in terms of “money” and “business””