Quotes About Darkness

De huit heures à dix heures, c'est le noir, il n'appelle pas et j'attends. Voilà. Et je ne pense même pas à ce moment-là, comme Proust, qu'il suffirait d'un rien, d'un peu de volonté, pour ne plus souffrir, crever ce cerceau de papier au-delà duquel je serais libre.

Music is an extraordinary vehicle for expressing emotion - very powerful emotions. That's what draws millions of people towards it. And, um, I found myself always going for these darker places and - people identify with that.

The shinbone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room.

That profound night freedom was agreeable and exciting.

Light is a profound degrader of our sleep.

The patriot who feels himself in the service of God, who acknowledges Him in all his ways, has the promise of Almighty direction, and will find His Word in his greatest darkness.

'Dystopian,' by definition, promises a darker story.

Every time that I'm in the dark, I imagine what might be lurking in the shadows. It's kind of like a drug in that way - darkness seems to change the way I think - making me way more prone to fear.

McCarthy's prose in 'Blood Meridian' comes blazing from the Book of Revelation.

The power of the priesthood heals, protects, and inoculates all of the righteous against the powers of darkness.

I feel like every time you think you really understand how deep the seductive power of evil is, it always proves to be one step deeper than you thought possible.

black evil is outlined clearest to our eyes by the blaze of virtue

We are not subject to our own wills, our own desires. But to the fates and the fortunes that the gods hand to us. The future is turned before our eyes into wrenching heartache, into ashes and to splinters. From today I know that truly hope is dead. I ask you again, you who watch, how can there ever be any ending than this? First silence. Then darkness.

tis a majestic thing, The darkness.

Thracian. The army lost and the king slain, Stabbed in the dark! Ah, pain! pain! This deep raw wound . . . Oh, let me die By thy side, Master, by thy side! In shame together let us lie Who came to save, and failed and died.

OR. For night is the time for thieves, the light for truth.

to speak of them out loud, to speak of their hunger and pain and loneliness and humour, to make them visible so that can not be ravaged in the dark without great consequence.

This war has begun in darkness and it will end in silence.

In that dark hour I was aghast to realise that something within me, long sickening, had quietly died. I suddenly knew I had no desire or tenderness or esteem. Nothing remained except the chill bonds of law and duty an custom.

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.

I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.