Quotes About Darkness

You can't fight evil with meditation.

It made me wonder just how many girls she'd abducted in the middle of the night.

He was a dancer of death.

This, I realized, was what real depression felt like. What madness felt like.

I thought you liked suffering and death. I mean... you always look like suffering and death.

Dodging potholes so old and deep that the devil must use them as a shortcut home...

I don't recommend shadow travel if you're scared of: a) The dark b) Cold shivers up your spine c) Strange noises d) Going so fast you feel like your face is peeling off In other words, I thought it was awesome.

If you can't joke about the most horrendous things in the world, what's the point of jokes? What's the point in having humor? Humor is to get us over terrible things.

Who's Chernabog?" Grumbled Maybeck. Philby answered,"Only the most powerful villian Walt Disney ever created.

Nexus I wrote stubbornly into the evening. At the window, a giant praying mantis rubbed his monkey wrench head against the glass, begging vacantly with pale eyes; and the commas leapt at me like worms or miniature scythes blackened with age. the praying mantis screeched louder, his ragged jaws opening into formlessness. I walked outside; the grass hissed at my heels. Up ahead in the lapping darkness he wobbled, magnified and absurdly green, a brontosaurus, a poet.

Nightmares happened when you slept, and sleep was the demon he chased at night

The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.

Why blame the dark for being dark? It is far more helpful to ask why the light isn't as bright as it could be.

Beyond the black is the light.

Pan stood on the bank, aiming one of the stun guns. She'd taken all four of the mercenaries out, in the dark, from twenty metres.

My name is Earwig Dungeon. I come from Wichita, Kansas. My mom and I used to own a restaurant where we served human flesh. It was very popular. We were millionaires. I had a pony and a yacht. Now we are on the run from the FBI…

I hear the noise in his voice, and I hear a boy trying to scare the darkness away. I wish I could hear what happened next, but nothing did.

Saying your meal was lovely, despite a slight fear it might kill you in the night.

It's a noir world. Unfair things happen.

He tried to turn me into a buffet?" I gritted my teeth. "Before he killed me? He couldn't kill me first and then eat me? That's just fucking rude.

Wouldn't you leave a light on? Knowing what I knew and not knowing anything else at all, why would I want the darkness where the monsters hide? Because killers hide there too.

There are monsters among us. There always have been and there always will be. I've known that ever since I can remember, just like i've always known I was one.

office by now. It still didn't take long to find him, though. You could only go so far when you were nothing but a torso and arms. He'd pulled his upper half into a patch of blackness, but I could still smell that

Theology is never any help it is searching in a dark cellar at midnight for a black cat that isn't there. Theologians can persuade themselves of anything.