Quotes About Darkness

THE WIND IN THE DARKNESS HOWLS The wind in the darkness howls, Its sound reaching ever farther. The substance of my thought Is that it cannot cease. It seems the soul has a darkness In which blows ever harder A madness that derives From wanting to understand. The wind in the darkness rages, Unable to free itself. I'm a prisoner to my thought As the wind is a prisoner to air.

I'm talking metaphysics? But all of life is a metaphysics in the darkness, with a vague murmur of the gods and only one way to follow, which is our ignorance of the right way.

Let us flee, my love, from being ourselves… Let us never remove from our finger the magic ring that summons, when turned, the fairies of silence and the elves of darkness and the gnomes of oblivion…

All of us, in some part or other, are loathsome. We all harbour a crime we've committed, or a crime that our soul doesn't let us commit.

En mi cielo interior no ha habido nunca una misera estrella.

Il mistero supremo dell'Universo, l'unico mistero, tutto e in tutto, è che ci sia un mistero dell'universo, è che ci sia l'universo, qualcosa, è che ci sia l'esserci. ... Il mistero di tutto si avvicina talmente al mio essere, giunge così vicino agli occhi della mia anima che mi dissolvo in tenebre e avvolto in tenebre oscuramente mi atterrisco.

L'animale teme la morte perché vive, e anche l'uomo, e perché gli è ignota. Solo a me è dato di temerla con orrore perché conosco tutta la sua estensione e il suo mistero, perché misuro la sua infinità oscurità

The opium of majestic twilights, and the marvel stretching out in the darkness, as the hand withdraws from the tatters …

For my sustenance at night, the whole that my hands can glean from the gloom of the oak-gloomed oaks-- the herbs and the plenteous fruits...

When I reached the barrack I paid no attention to anything or anybody but went straight to a bed and lay on it and fell into a full and simple sleep. Compared with this sleep, death is a restive thing, peace is a clamour and darkness a burst of light.

Later he saw Jesus move from tree to tree in the back of his mind, a wild ragged figure motioning him to turn around and come off into the dark where he might be walking on the water and not know it and then suddenly know it and drown.

When we get our spiritual house in order, we'll be dead. This goes on. You arrive at enough certainty to be able to make your way, but it is making it in darkness. Don't expect faith to clear things up for you. It is trust, not certainty.

The lights drifted farther away the faster he ran and his feet moved numbly as if they carried him nowhere. The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorr.

The old woman's three mountains were black against the dark blue sky and were visited off and on by various planets and by the moon after it had left the chickens.

Wait here, wait here! he cried and jumped up and began to run for help toward a cluster of lights he saw in the distance ahead of him. Help, help! he shouted, but his voice was thin, scarcely a thread of sound. The lights drifted farther away the faster he ran and his feet moved numbly as if they carried him nowhere. The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorrow.

The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it emotionally. . . . [Thus] there are long periods in the lives of all of us, and of the saints, when the truth as revealed by faith is hideous, emotionally disturbing, downright repulsive. Witness the dark night of the soul in individual saints. Right now the whole world seems to be going through a dark night of the soul.

Habría sido una buena mujer -dijo el Desequilibrado- si hubiese tenío a alguien cerca que le disparara cada minuto de su vida.

Writers should be orderly and predictable in their lives, so that they can be ferocious and sinister in their work.

But at the same time, even as the season outside gets more exuberantly festive, those who observe Advent within the Christian community are convicted more and more each year by the truth of what is going on inside—inside the church as she refuses cheap comfort and sentimental good cheer. Advent begins in the dark.

If 'Fargo' is about anything, it's American madness.

I've always been fascinated with death and darkness, and I still am.

Who isn't fascinated by evil?

I've always been fascinated by horror.

I find the macabre fascinating; it's all over history.