AtomicQuote

Arthur Conan Doyle Quote

There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

Arthur Conan Doyle

There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

Tags: gothic, horror

Related Quotes

His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...

Moonshine Noire

His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...

Tags: aesthetic, aestheticism, apathy, art, color, colour, crimson, dark, fire, gothic

There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach

Nathan Reese Maher

There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach

Tags: amnesia, androids, apocalypse, carrack, cityisle, cityspire, count, damnation, death, desolate

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Nathan Reese Maher

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Tags: abandoned, amnesia, androids, apocalypse, carrack, cityisle, cityspire, count, damnation, death

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost

Nathan Reese Maher

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost

Tags: amnesia, androids, apocalypse, carrack, cityisle, cityspire, count, damnation, death, desolate

She leaves my side and heads deeper into

Nathan Reese Maher

She leaves my side and heads deeper into

Tags: amnesia, androids, apocalypse, carrack, cityisle, cityspire, count, damnation, death, desolate

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

Nathan Reese Maher

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

Tags: abandoned, amnesia, androids, apocalypse, carrack, cityisle, cityspire, count, damnation, death

I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a...

Nathan Reese Maher

I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a...

Tags: abandoned, amnesia, androids, apocalypse, carrack, cityisle, cityspire, count, damnation, death

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and part...

Nathan Reese Maher

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and part...

Tags: abandoned, amnesia, androids, apocalypse, carrack, cityisle, cityspire, count, damnation, death

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the...

Nathan Reese Maher

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the...

Tags: abandoned, amnesia, androids, apocalypse, carrack, cityisle, cityspire, count, damnation, death

Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look...

Gena Showalter

Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look...

Tags: barbie, bitch, blue, bully, clone, color, dad, emo, goth, gothic
About Arthur Conan Doyle

Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle (22 May 1859 – 7 July 1930) was a British writer and physician. He created the character Sherlock Holmes in 1887 for A Study in Scarlet, the first of four novels and fifty-six short stories about Holmes and Dr. Watson. The Sherlock Holmes stories are milestones in the field of crime fiction.
Doyle was a prolific writer; other than Holmes stories, his works include fantasy and science fiction stories about Professor Challenger, and humorous stories about the Napoleonic soldier Brigadier Gerard, as well as plays, romances, poetry, non-fiction, and historical novels. One of Doyle's early short stories, "J. Habakuk Jephson's Statement" (1884), helped to popularise the mystery of the Mary Celeste.