Quotes & Sayings About Wendigo

The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long. — Rick Yancey

The Wendigo is simply the Call of the Wild personified, which some natures hear to their own destruction. — Algernon Blackwood

He gave it the benefit of the doubt; he was Scotch.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

Like many another materialist, that is, he lied cleverly on the basis of insufficient knowledge, because the knowledge supplied seemed to his own particular intelligence inadmissible.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

Simpson, the student of divinity, it was who arranged his conclusions probably with the best, though not most scientific, appearance of order. Out there, in the heart of unreclaimed wilderness, they had surely witnessed something crudely and essentially primitive. Something that had survived somehow the advance of humanity had emerged terrifically, betraying a scale of life monstrous and immature. He envisaged it rather as a glimpse into prehistoric ages, when superstitions, gigantic and uncouth, still oppressed the hearts of men: when the forces of nature were still untamed, the Powers that may have haunted a primeval universe not yet withdrawn. To this day he thinks of what he termed years later in a sermon 'savage and formidable Potencies lurking behind the souls of men, not evil perhaps in themselves, yet instinctively hostile to humanity as it exists.'
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

Cora didn't know a whole lot about wendigo, but there were ways in which they were just like people: they wanted above everything to live through the night

("Stay") — Leah Bobet

Not entirely fair?" His voice became that of the inferno: a rushing, booming howl of icy evil that flew around the great cavern, as swift and cold as the Wendigo on skates. "I am Satan, also called Lucifer the Light Bearer ... "
Cabal winced. What was it about devils that they always had to give you their whole family history?
"I was cast down from the presence of God himself into this dark, sulfurous pit and condemned to spend eternity here-"
"Have you tried saying sorry?" interrupted Cabal.
"No, I haven't! I was sent down for a sin of pride. It rather undermines my position if I say 'sorry'! — Jonathan L. Howard

Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the draughts of night that poured their silent tide from the depths of the forest, with messages from distant ridges and from lakes just beginning to freeze, there lay already the faint, bleak odors of coming winter.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

I am abroad in the night with my servants. We come to smoke the northern lights, to rape the Wendigo, to melt igloos with streams of hot, bloody piss. To see and see."
"Oh. You're a bit east. — Laird Barron

In spite of his exceeding mental perturbation, Simpson struggled hard to detect its nature, and define it, but the ascertaining of an elusive scent, not recognized subconsciously and at once, is a very subtle operation of the mind. And he failed. It was gone before he could properly seize or name it. Approximate description, even, seems to have been difficult, for it was unlike any smell he knew. Acrid rather, not unlike the odor of a lion, he thinks, yet softer and not wholly unpleasing, with something almost sweet in it that reminded him of the scent of decaying garden leaves, earth, and the myriad, nameless perfumes that make up the odor of a big forest. Yet the 'odor of lions' is the phrase with which he usually sums it all up.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

Simple,' Tummeler replied.' Blueberries is one of the great forces o'good in the world.'
How do you figure that?' said Charles.
Well,' said Tummeler, 'have you ever seen a troll, or a Wendigo, or,' he shuddered, 'a Shadow-Born ever eating a blueberry pie?'
No,' Charles admitted.
There y'go,' said Tummeler. It's cause they can't stand the goodness in it.'
Can't argue with you there,' said Charles.
Foods is good and evil, just like people, or badgers, or even scowlers.'
Evil food?' said Charles.
Parsnips,' said Tummeler, 'Them's as evil as they come. — James A. Owen

There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall. — Rick Yancey

It was so easy to be wise in the explanation of an experience one has not personally witnessed.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong,
between whose endless jar justice resides,
should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Then everything includes itself in power,
power into will, will into appetite;
and appetite, an universal wolf,
so doubly seconded with will and power, must make perforce an universal prey
and at last eat up himself. — William Shakespeare