Quotes About Darkness

I can't tell you what was different this time around, only that when I woke up, I felt deader than usual. Awake, yeah, but completely empty, like someone had been feasting on my blood.

I run for miles but don't count them, passing dark house after dark house. I feel sorry for everyone in this town who's sleeping. I

It feels a lot like the strain of trying to stay awake when I can feel the darkness sliding under my skin, trying to borrow my body without asking so that my hands become its hands, my legs its legs.

If that blue could stay forever; If that hole could remain forever; If this moment could stay forever... I feel myself shining in the dark... I am arrayed. I am prepared. This is the momentary pause; the dark moment. The fiddlers have lifted their bows.. This is my calling. This is my world. All is decided and ready... I am rooted, but I flow... 'Come' I say, 'Come.

My reasoning for going to the spirits, rather than calling them to us is not grounded in anything but my darker self, my suspicious nature and my mistrust of the behavior of other human beings. This culture has no training or grounding in how to respectfully treat the spirits that come. Forgive this harshness, but I have seen a great, disrespectful stupidity in many pagan communities, including our own.

My whole body ached. I opened all the windows in my room and lay in the dark, just listening to the ocean. I wished the tide would carry me out and never bring me back.

and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember it's only in the black of the night you see the stars.

After lights out Charlie and Fidelio went to the bathroom

A sparrow's heart beats four hundred and sixty times a minute. A man's, just seventy-eight. But sometimes, at night, my heart approached sparrow speed. This happened when the darkness crept into my bed and wrapped itself around my feet.

There is a story about a prisoner in Alcatraz who spent his nights in solitary confinement dropping a button on the floor then trying to find it again in the dark. Each night, in this manner, he passed the hours until dawn. I do not have a button. In all other respects, my nights are the same.

How about this motherfucking darkness?

There is a story about a prisoner at Alcatraz who spent his nights in solitary confinement dropping a button on the floor then trying to find it again in the dark. Each night, in this manner, he passed the hours until dawn. I do not have a button. In all other respects, my nights are the same.

Harvey. Grundy. Myself. Each of us lost pieces of our lives......and hid what was left in the dark, is this what I want for myself? A world that exists only in darkness?

The hallway grew darker still as the big door closed over several guards' bodies behind them with a crunchy squish.

But your ability to forgive is worthless if you cannot turn it upon yourself. If you do not, the darkness you seek to defeat will eat you from the inside.

there are sicknesses that walk in darkness, and there are exterminating angels who fly wrapt up in the curtains of immateriality and an uncommunicating nature; whom we cannot see but we feel their foorce and sink under their sword.

You know what would be cool, next time?" said a voice behind me. "Black roses.

Romans 7:21, and it distinguishes believers from unbelievers who lie serenely content in their darkness.

As tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.

All cats are the same in the dark, says the proverb. But it certainly did not apply to people, with them it was just the opposite. During the day they were all alike, running in their well-defined ways. At night they changed beyond recognition.

La noche, cobijo la tarde amarilla. Sus ojos tristes, miraron al final del callejón.

Un sentimiento de oscuridad lo cobija de cabeza a pies, acompañado de un escalofrío melancólico, que se asienta en todo su cuerpo.

No soy nada…, no soy nada…» se repite una y otra vez, mientras, la oscuridad es absorbida por su piel, los latidos de su corazón, como sonidos de una antigua maquinaria de relojería, traquetean en sus oídos.

Caminaba por un sendero solitario en una noche sin estrellas