Quotes About Darkness

Beyond them the darkness was like a mist thickening over a flat, white world. Stars twinkled far away around part of its rim. Before him, the black storm climbed rapidly up the sky and in silence destroyed the stars.

The vast prairie was dark and still. Only the wind moved stealthily through the grass, and the large, low stars hung glittering from the great sky.

Cold purple shadows rose in the east, crept slowly across the prairie, then rose in heights on heights of darkness from which the stars swung low and bright.

Make no vows or promises in the dark. Always wait until morning. -Najdan the Assassin

We're not afraid of the dark. Our nightmares were born on sultry, summer afternoons.

Deacon went suddenly rigid and slipped out of her.He sat up,his eyes wide and the darkest green she´d ever seen.Like a forest on a moonless night.

But there is the loneliness. The aloneness. How I startle awake in the dark, panicked, full of dread, floating on the night sea on a tiny raft surrounded by all that vast blackness. I see myself from above. The light from the moon guides me nowhere. I'm connected to nothing and no one, lost

When you dance with the devil, it might as well be a devil who can give you your own corner of hell to rule.

Sometimes it's not the light in a person you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.

In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key.

He said,'Trust yourself, mon ami. You are not your friend with his so-sad tale. And Anita is not human. Through us she is more than that. Both of us huddle around her humanity like it is the last candle flame in a world of darkness. But by our very love, we make her less human, and more.

Marry Gentry Swallowing Darkness (Laurell K. Hamilton):Pick any fairy tale that's based on older stories, and the heroine of the piece has a miserable, dangerous, nightmarish time of it.

We are not made up only of our light and happiness but also of darkness and sorrow. To deny the darkness of yourself is to deny half of who you are, and when you love, truly love, you need to love the whole person not just the part that smiles and waves, but the part that thinks murderous thoughts and knows that pain is both pleasure and temptation, but still thinks puppies are really cute.

There are some stories, some memories, that if you tell them after dark, they seem to gain weight, substance, as if there are things listening, waiting to hear themselves spoken of again. Words have power. But even thinking about them is sometimes enough to make the air in a room heavy.

it was more like two scared kids huddling in the dark when they knew the monster under the bed wasn't just real, but was holding a grudge.

I had a moment to visualize Larry out in the dark all alone, unarmed except for his cross. The thought made my skin cold. I opened my mouth to yell at him and closed it. Never dress anyone down in public unless it's an object lesson. I said, Any tracks? I gave myself a dozen brownie points for yelling. Do I look like Tonto? Beside the ground is just grass and it's been so dry lately. I don't think there'd be any tracks.

Perfect, complete, needing nothing, simply all there was, was the dark.

we're all creatures of light and darkness. Embracing your darkness won't kill the light. Goodness is stronger than that.

To deny the darkness of yourself is to deny half of who you are, and when you love, truly love, you need to love the whole person; not just the part that smiles and waves, but the part that thinks murderous thoughts and knows that pain is both pleasure and temptation...but still thinks puppies are really cute.

People who don't camp much think darkness falls from the sky. It doesn't. Darkness slides from the trees and fills them first, then spreads outward to the open places.

Remember, that the darkness is not bad, just different, and all that is good, or bad, is there in the light, or the dark, only our perception changes.

But Jasmine knew that everyone was evil, down deep when you scrape the skin away. Inside their heads everyone hunted, everyone killed, everyone was a monster.

I didn't say anything because I didn't have anything good to say. Just lately I had noticed that I could kill people and not blink. No attack of conscience, no nightmares, nothing. It was like some part of me had turned off. It didn't bother me that I was able to kill so easily. It did bother me that it didn't bother me. But it had its uses, like tonight. I think every last furry one of them had believed I'd do it. Sometimes, it was good to be scary.

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