Quotes About Darkness

Everything beautiful has a dark side, and some of us must dwell there, so that others can laugh in the light.

darkness, salt on her lips, big boats lingering on the horizon, crates of liquor luring them out, rolls of bills in her hands, lawmen on the take, and funerals. Desire and kisses. New York City on the arm of a man. A nice dress. Racing over the ocean. Whiskey bottles. Fear and exultation. How had it come to this? And where

A Beethoven string quartet. I could hardly be better. 'We're not going to sit here and listen to music are we'? said martin in amazement. 'Martin, there are two things you should remember,'said the Fiddler. One, that music is a great power against evil and darkness; two, that good loud music will cover anything we have to say should the eavesdropper be merely mortal.

extinguish their light and beauty with his gaze. This

shadow represents either the blocking out of light or the other half of a person. When a character loses their shadow, they've lost a part of themselves and have to search to get it back.

It was nearly midnight, and the stillness that reigned was rather soothed than interrupted by the gentle dashing of the waters of the bay below, and by the hollow murmurs of Vesuvius, which threw up, at intervals, its sudden flame on the horizon, and then left it to darkness.

Though it was no lighted up by the setting sun, the gothic greatness of its features and its moulding walls of dark grey stone, rendered it a gloomy and sublime object.

Nobody likes to go near that chateau after dark.

I have a knife in my hand, slicing beef on the willowware plate, and I cut harder, faster, thinking it is your pink neck under my blade and I am cutting you into little pieces that I will bury in the meadow outside when there is no moon.

Regarding myself as a mere echo, Cave-like, unintelligible and nocturnal . . .

All's taken away: my love and my power. The body, thrown into city it hates, Finds no joy in the sunlight. With every hour The blood grows colder in my veins.

I'm not grieving, I'm not angry, and only darkness accompanies me. How deep it is and velvety, above all, always familiar to me…

We never quite learned to part, -We wander slowly side by side. Outside it's starting to get dark, I'm silent, - you're preoccupied. We'll enter a church and we'll see Baptisms, marriages, mass. A minute later, we'll leave… Why is everything different with us? Or we'll sit on the trampled snow In a dark cemetery and sigh, With a stick in your hand, you'll draw A palace for just you and I.

Each and every day, I get One letter like a bride. I'm responding to my friend, Writing late at night: "On my way into the dark, I've stopped in white death's den. My dear, don't leave an evil mark On another man." And a brilliant star gleams Between two trees at night, Calmly promising that dreams Will soon be satisfied.

Not thus, from cursed lightness having disembarked, I look with worry on the chambers dark? Already used to ringing high and raw, Already judged not by the earthly law, I, like a criminal, am being drawn along To place of shame and execution long. I see the glorious city, and the voice most dear, As though there is no secret grave to fear, Where day and night, in heat and in cold bent, I must await the Final Judgment...

Durasse per sempre il buio, nessuno mi riconoscerebbe per donna, inferno per me, male per gli altri.

As for the environment, that too, would object, backing up the pessimism of its people, which was what happened where I lived where the whole place always seemed to be in the dark. It was as if the electric lights were turned off, always turned off, even though dusk was over so they should have been turned on yet nobody was turning them on and nobody noticed either, they weren't on.

She meant depressions, for da had had them: big, massive, scudding, whopping, black-cloud, infectious, crow, raven, jackdaw, coffin-upon-coffin, catacomb-upon-catacomb, skeletons-upon-skulls-upon-bones crawling along the ground to the grave type of depressions.

The mattress shifted as he turned to look at her. Perhaps the darkness would hide her weeping. A futile hope. She'd long ago noted the acuteness of his senses. "Oh, my dear." Unerringly, he reached out and captured a tear in his fingers. Another tear, another. She closed her eyes and struggled for composure. "Crying won't help," she said huskily. "Sometimes it's all we can do." His voice caressed her like black silk.

Niemand fragt, was in dieser Nacht auf allen Straßen, in allen Winkeln und entlegenen Wäldern im ganzen Land geschiet. Es ist eine Nacht ohne Gesetz. Es gibt kein Verbrechen, weil es keine Ankläger gibt. Es gibt keine Untat, denn keiner fordert Rechenschaft. Niemand hört, niemand sieht. Die Nacht hält sich die Ohren zu. Die Nacht macht sich im Dunkeln blind. Es wird nicht Morgen. Es dämmert nicht. Es wird nicht Tag.

My home was in darkness and my companions were shadows beckoning to me from a glass

She looked, and saw the black, domed sky arching over her head. And her heart dilated; she felt the great black dome in her heart. She sat under the stars, worshipping them. Her heart opened and grew vast, until the whole sky with all its stars began to pour into her, a mysterious flood of star-strung darkness. She wanted to receive the night sky into her heart.

The whole room is as black as pitch. In fact, I'm not at all sure that it is a room. Something suggests to me now that I'm on board ship; I might be floating adrift on some tranquil sea. And yet there's no sound, no motion, nothing to indicate either sea or land. Like a ghost train my life streams through my head, and I don't know which point of the compass I'm facing. How dark it is. The moon must have stolen away secretly.

When everything's said and done, unfortunately, we find ourselves in the position of children whose parents have gone to the theatre, leaving them alone in the dark house. Yes, we are forced, if we are honest, to make the saddest of all admissions when it comes to the last resort: Alas, we do not understand these things.