Necronomicon Quotes

No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

Cabal dimly recalled that the musical genius who'd decided to put on Necronomicon: The Musical had got everything he deserved: money, fame, and torn to pieces by an invisible monster.

Wise men told him his simple fancies were inane and childish, and even more absurd because their actors persist in fancying them full of meaning and purpose as the blind cosmos grinds aimlessly on from nothing to something and from something back to nothing again, neither heeding nor knowing the wishes or existence of the minds that flicker for a second now and then in the darkness.

Words have a force far beyond that of ink stains on pages or spoken sounds... Whether written or spoken, language found in forbidden books can warp space-time and tear the fabric of reality.

It is a decade now since he moved into Gray’s Inn, and of where he had been he would say nothing till the night young Williams bought the Necronomicon.

Whitman Press will publish three children’s textbooks, based on your creed, for which you’ll deliver manuscripts and artwork. The three books are: 1. Dagon and Jill 2. The Shadow Over Humpty Dumpty 3. A Children’s Necronomicon (with pop-up section)

To be born of chaos means to be born a lone wanderer in this world full of those who would gladly be food for a corrupted force. It means to walk alone amongst the blind, to be a lone wolf amongst sheep...that wishes to devour the 'Sheppard' who keeps all in line.

As McMasters raised the shotgun, the man removed his glasses. There were fields of stars where his eyes should have been. But they weren’t reflections of the night sky. These stars were a glimpse of a dim and distant future where the very laws of physics had been reduced to relics of a forgotten age. Feeble as dying embers, they were the palsied mourners at time’s wake. McMasters could hear the ultimate silence and feel the biting cold of the one true void. The promise of the eternal nothing beckoned to him. There was a sort of peace in the death it represented, not the death of mind and body but of shape and form. It was the final revelation, the casting off of life’s illusion in favor of the void’s embrace. from "Riders of the Necronomicon

Providence—that universal haven of the odd, the free, and the dissenting

She turned to Nate, who had just stepped in, and threw the Necronomicon at him.

Cabal dimly recalled that the musical genius who’d decided to put on Necronomicon: The Musical had got everything he deserved: money, fame, and torn to pieces by an invisible monster.

As for bringing the Necronomicon into objective existence—I wish indeed I had the time and imagination to assist in such a project...but I’m afraid it’s a rather large order—especially since the dreaded volume is supposed to run something like a thousand pages! I have ‘quoted’ from pages as high as 770 or thereabouts. Moreover, one can never produce anything even a tenth as terrible and impressive as one can awesomely hint about. If anyone were to try to write the Necronomicon, it would disappoint all those who have shuddered at cryptic references to it.

Of the cult, he said that he thought the centre lay amid the pathless deserts of Arabia, where Irem, the City of Pillars, dreams hidden and untouched. It was not allied to the European witch-cult, and was virtually unknown beyond its members. No book had ever really hinted of it, though the deathless Chinamen said that there were double meanings in the Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred which the initiated might read as they chose, especially the much-discussed couplet: That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

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I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity.

But what weight had the dreams of mystics against the harsh wisdom of the world?

Good heavens, there are very detailed, and very arbitrary descriptions in all occult books that suggest how this is done and all this stuff you have to go through. I think myself that it's time for them to come out of the circle and into the street with all this. I said that in an introduction to the Necronomicon. I just don't follow all this absolutely arbitrary ritual of certain incenses and herbs and words and so on.

He was shown the smallness and tinsel emptiness of the little Earth gods, with their petty, human interests and connections - their hatreds, rages, loves and vanities; their craving for praise and sacrifice, and their demands for faiths contrary to reason and nature.

Besides, there was a strangely calming element of cosmic beauty in the hypnotic landscape through which we climbed and plunged fantastically. Time had lost itself in the labyrinths behind, and around us stretched only the flowering waves of faery and the recaptured loveliness of vanished centuries...

The things once rearing and dwelling in this frightful masonry in the age of dinosaurs were not indeed dinosaurs, but far worse. Mere dinosaurs were new and almost brainless objects—but the builders of the city were wise and old, and had left certain traces in rocks even then laid down well-nigh a thousand million years… rocks laid down before the true life of earth had advanced beyond plastic groups of cells… rocks laid down before the true life of earth had existed at all. They were the makers and enslavers of that life, and above all doubt the originals of the fiendish elder myths which things like the Pnakotic Manuscripts and the Necronomicon affrightedly hint about. They were the Great Old Ones that had filtered down from the stars when earth was young—the beings whose substance an alien evolution had shaped, and whose powers were such as this planet had never bred.

The things once rearing and dwelling in this frightful masonry in the age of dinosaurs were not indeed dinosaurs, but far worse. Mere dinosaurs were new and almost brainless objects - but the builders of the city were wise and old, and had left certain traces in rocks even then laid down well nigh a thousand million years - rocks laid down before the true life of earth had advanced beyond plastic groups of cells - rocks laid down before the true life of earth had existed at all. They were the makers and enslavers of that life, and above all doubt the originals of the fiendish elder myths which things like the Pnakotic Manuscripts and the Necronomicon affrightedly hint about. They were the great "Old Ones" that had filtered down from the stars when earth was young - the beings whose substance an alien evolution had shaped, and whose powers were such as this planet had never bred.

That’s The Necronomicon, the book of the dead,” Harry warned

In the vampire miniseries finale, the gates of Hell are wide open. Hungry zombies attack the hotel, Nightbird, at the cemetery when guests arrive to celebrate the Battle of Lexington that took place in 1775. Outside the hotel’s perimeters, heavily armed ATU agents try to stop the zombie invasion. With the party going on, many innocent lives are at stake. Sybil and her friends from Nightbird and the ATU knows that there’s only one way to close the gates of Hell. She needs to destroy the book of the dead, AKA The Necronomicon before it's too late . . .

The Necronomicon allows you to open a portal to Hell. I suppose he experimented with the book

The Necronomicon wants you to die,

Something was going on down there in the parking lot. He opened the window to have a better look. Despite the sun going down, he spotted Jack’s men outside. The lights in the parking lot turned on. Harry squinted when he noticed the ATU agents were shooting at—what the hell? Zombies? Behind a pickup truck, Harry noticed Jack firing his gun at a zombie that trembled under the impact of bullets. It walked slowly, like a sleepwalker, toward Jack. Even from a safe distance, Harry noted the zombie’s cracked skin, painted with black spots. He grimaced, and knew this had something to do with the curse—The Necronomicon. He didn’t want to stay inside, waiting for zombies to get in the building and murdering people. Yes, he had seen a couple episodes of The Walking Dead, and he didn’t want to stick around helplessly.

and worst of all, the unmentionable Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred, in Olaus Wormius’ forbidden Latin translation; a book which I had never seen, but of which I had heard monstrous things whispered.

The Mad Arab speaks of the Gates several times in his opening remarks, and then goes on to give quite emphatic instructions as to how the Gate should be opened, and when, and accompanied by what words, diagrams, etc. He also insists that, once having begun the process of going through the Gates, one should not stop along the way but continue straight through until all seven have been passed. The reason is clear: passing through only a few of the Gates is enough to let something Other in.

A determinist perspective designed to ensure the people’s docile acceptance of the circumstances of their existence: the king, the state, the land?

You will find that the dullest, most functionally illiterate mental mushroom has a very definite, very “scientific” view on one thing: the impossibility of any kind of psychic phenomena.

But to “bring something to light” is not to question its existence, but merely to decide whether or not something should be permitted within the realm of the real, the realm of the ruler (of that which is measurable), or to leave it outside the realm, in the “outer darkness.

The idea that the Gate is dangerous and could destroy those who try to enter it is familiar to anyone who has seen the Magic Flute by Mozart or the many mandalas of India and Tibet that show fierce guardians at the gates. Even in Biblical mythology, there is an angel with a fiery sword at the Gate to Paradise.

I only hope you are never tempted to venture into the library’s Forbidden, Unspeakably Dangerous, Never-To-Be-Checked-Out-By-Anyone Section to peruse our secret copy of that most shocking and insanity-inducing of ancient tomes, typeset at a point-size convenient to those with impaired vision—the Large-Print Necronomicon!

CUTHBERT: I don't really know. The Necronomicon doesn't specify. ASHTON: (Mockingly) It doesn't specify? CUTHBERT: It was written over twelve-hundred years ago. It's not The Dummies Guide to Necromancy.

Randolph Carter no se dejó vencer por el miedo. Al contrario, contestó sin emplear tampoco ningún sonido ni lenguaje, y le rindió el homenaje que había aprendido del Necronomicon. Porque esta silueta era nada menos que la de Aquel ante quien ha temblado el mundo entero desde que Lomar emergió de las aguas y los Hijos de las Brumas de Fuego habían bajado a la Tierra para enseñarle al hombre la Sabiduría Arquetípica. Era, en efecto, el espantoso Guía y Guardián del Umbral: UMR AT-AWIL, El Más Antiguo, cuyo nombre ha traducido el escriba por EL DE LA VIDA PROLONGADA. ==========

Necronomicon.

the Necronomicon is also a manual not only of dream interpretation (a la Freud) but of dream control.

So I tried to read, and soon became tremblingly absorbed by something I found in that accursed Necronomicon; a thought and a legend too hideous for sanity or consciousness.

Turn not your mind from fears, but embrace them as your lover. Let terror posses your body and course through your veins.

Only Janet could have turned Modern Housekeeping into a necronomicon.

There before us, in a glade now not so lovely as before, were several well-known and soul-damning works including The Necronomicon—not a bad piece of work for a mad Arab fellow who’d spent a great deal of time listening at metaphysical keyholes, not realizing his sanity and life-force were dribbling through those apertures into realms that lacked any concern for his well-being.

So why witchcraft and activism? Why not just magic more broadly or a Necronomicon-style book that will summon the Old Ones to reclaim the world? A few reasons. 1. I know witchcraft best. 2. The second option would drive you insane.