Quotes About Darkness

I cannot close my eyes, fear stands over me instead of sleep.

Nothing is as it was before, after the screen has gone to black. Darkness lies on the soul. To use Beckett's phrase, "what cowers behind it begins to seep through." With her new shopping cart Hekabe, queen of Troy, will be prowling the aisle for dog biscuits.

And, by the way, we all consider sleeping with the bad man – we want to fix his hurt, or we want him to hurt us – one way or another, we are all attracted to the shadow.

When the church either dims the light of God's Truth, or turns the Light off altogether, the nation begins operating and functioning in spiritual darkness. There is no moral, spiritual compass to warn when the nation loses its way and is in danger of self-destructing. There is no guiding light to show the nation how to get back on the right path.

God is in the darkness and God is in the wilderness. I now know that by personal experience.

I am the light of the world! Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life. JOHN 8:12

When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." JOHN 8:12

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

But sometimes the world disrobes, slips its dress off a shoulder, stops time for a beat. If we look up at that moment, it's not due to any ability of ours to pierce the darkness, it's the world's brief bestowal. The catastrophe of grace.

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

Each of us has within him a dark chamber where the real desire flowers; and the horror of it is that they never see the light of another's understanding, those strange blooms. It is as lonely as it is dark, that chambers of the heart.

In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil... Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

I have gone out, a possessed witch,haunting the black air, braver at night.

I'll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.

Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.

At night the bats will beat on the trees, knowing it all, seeing what they sensed all day....

She raised her head finally. He looked the same, but then, he always did. She'd seem him kill twice, and he betrayed no reaction at all. He was a monster, not even human. But he was her monster...

Is it not true, then, that my life with all its limitation touches at many points the life of the World Beautiful? Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be, therein to be content.

A sick-hued darkness overtook Hazel. There was ground, somewhere, and somewhere beyond that there was a palace, and somewhere beyond that was a witch, and somewhere beyond her was a boy who did not want her to come, and she would not come, could not come, because she could not defeat the winter. She was going to collapse here. She would fail.

The dark purr of his voice was almost soothing.

You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what's going on here. Then we can at least wail the right question into the swaddling band of darkness, or, if it comes to that, choir the proper praise.

Il me désire tellement que je m'agenouille et je le fais jouir avec la bouche, longuement. Il se tait, puis murmure seulement mon prénom avec son accent russe, comme une litanie. Mon dos contre le mur, le noir (il ne veut pas de lumière), la communion.