Quotes About Darkness

Noir: all those beautiful sentences telling you the most terrible things.

To send light into the darkness of men's hearts – such is the destiny of the artist.

Imagínate un mundo en el que sólo hay luz. Si nunca has experimentado la oscuridad, ¿cómo podrías comprender y apreciar la luz? Es el contraste entre luz y oscuridad lo que lleva a un conocimiento más profundo.

Only by courageously embracing darkness can we understand and fully appreciate the light.

We carry nemesis inside us.

Though everything will seem dark to you now, remember that even behind the darkest clouds of night there shines the moon of dawn.

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

Mais je croy que je Suis descendu on puiz Ténébreux onquel disoit Heraclytus estre Vereté cachée.

She is 25. Whereas Pauline at forty undresses in the darkness and drapes herself languorously with a sheet or towel, Blanche stretches naked on her back under the electric light, her left knee raised, her right foot resting on it, examining her wriggling toes. She flings out her arm and flicks ash in the vague direction of the ashtray.

If a hand, a situation, a wave were ever to raise me up and carry me to where I could command power and influence, I would destroy the circumstances that had favoured me, and I would hurl myself down into the humble, speechless, insignificant darkness. I can only breathe in the lower regions.

arrodillarme, yo apoyaba el pecho en el asiento de la silla, tomaba mi cabeza entre sus rodillas y, de pronto, crueles latigazos me cruzaban las nalgas. Cuando me soltaba, corría llorando a mi cuarto. Una vergüenza enorme me hundía el alma en las tinieblas. Porque las tinieblas existen aunque usted no lo crea.

Tanpa maaf, hidup ini diperintah oleh lingkaran setan kebencian dan pembalasan dendam.

Even on the poorest streets people could be heard laughing. Some of these streets were completely dark, like black holes, and the laughter that came from who knows where was the only sign, the only beacon that kept residents and strangers from getting lost.

And I thought:History is like a horror story.

The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.

There's a secret sickness called Lisa. Like all sicknesses, it's miserable and it comes on at night.

dazzled by the shine of their own virtue, a shine that might not last (since virtue, once recognized in a flash, has no shine and makes its home in a dark cave amid cave dwellers, some dangerous indeed)…

That night I didn't sleep a wink, said Norton in her letter, and it occurred to me to call Morini. It was late, it was rude to bother him at that hour, it was rash of me, it was a terrible imposition, but I called him. I remember I dialed his number and immediately I turned out the light in the room, as if so long as I was in the dark Morini couldn't see my face. To my surprise, he picked up the phone instantly.

The night was dark as pitch or coal. Stupid expressions, thought Pereda. European nights might be pitch-dark or coal-black, but not American nights, which are dark like a void, where there's nothing to hold on to, no shelter from the elements, just empty, storm-whipped space, above and below.

The sickness is to sit at the base of the lighthouse staring into nothing. The lighthouse is black, the sea is black, the writer's jacket is also black.

One never knows anything about one's father. A father ... is a passageway immersed in the deepest darkness, where we stumble blindly seeking a way out.

They used to say that the universe is made essentially of hexagonal rock crystals, also — and especially — where it is darker and more shapeless, in the spaces that open up beyond the Milky Way. Those same hexagonal crystals are alveoli in the brain, where images emerged. And the central commissure of the encephalon, two entwined serpents, is to be found in the Milky Way.

Nelle notti d'inverno, non ci sarà più la luce dello stralisco? – disse Ganuan, voltandosi a guardare il prato spento. – Però ci saranno le stelle, padre, – disse Madurer.

Under that smiling exterior," Casey said ominously as we took our seats, "lies the soul of a ruthless killer.