Quotes About Darkness

O médico lembrou-se de uma frase de Scott Fitzgerald, tripulante aflito do barco em que seguiam, deixado em terra numa viagem anterior, de coração exausto alimentado pelo oxigénio amargo do álcool: na noite mais escura da alma são sempre três horas da manhã.

Une pendule inlocalisable perdue parmi les ténèbres des armoires laissait s'égoutter des heures étouffées dans un quelconque couloir lointain encombré de malles de bois précieux et conduisant à des chambres raides et humides où le cadavre de Proust flottait encore, éparpillant dans l'air raréfié un relent usé d'enfance.

How does one cope with evil? Not by fighting it but by understanding it. In understanding, it disappears. How does one cope with darkness? Not with one's fist. You don't chase darkness out of the room with a broom, you turn on a light. The more you fight darkness, the more real it becomes to you, and the more you exhaust yourself. But when you turn on the light of awareness, it melts.

To fight evil with activity is like fighting darkness with one's hands. So what you need is light, not fit.

Comprende tu oscuridad, y ésta se desvanecerá; entonces sabrás lo que es la luz. Comprende tu pesadilla como tal pesadilla, y ésta cesará; entonces despertarás a la realidad. Comprende tus falsas creencias, y éstas perderán fuerza; entonces conocerás el sabor de la felicidad.

The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness.

To shut you eyes is to guess nothing of blindness.

The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness. That's God's truth.

So many windows are dark. It's as if the city has become a library of books in an unknown language, the houses great shelves of illegible volumes, the lamps all extinguished. But there is a machine in the attic at work again. A spark in the night.

The brain is locked in total darkness, of course, children, says the voice. It floats in a clear liquid inside the skull, never in the light. And yet the world it constructs in the mind is full of light.

It strikes Werner just then as wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing indifference of the world—what pretensions humans have! Why bother to make music when the silence and wind are so much larger? Why light lamps when the darkness will inevitably snuff them?

wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing indifference of the world—what pretensions humans have! Why bother to make music when the silence and wind are so much larger? Why light lamps when the darkness will inevitably snuff them?

Draw the darkness ... and it will point out the light which has been in the paper all the while. Inside this world is folded another." from "Afterworld.

Behind her leg a shy little girl - Grace - smiling up. "Dad?" It was a kind hope. But his dreams spoke to none of that: when he slept he dreamt of darkness, or of people he did not recognize, or of water closing slowly, almost gratefully, over his head.

God's truth? How long do these intolerable moments last for God? A trillionth of second? The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness. That's God's truth.

To shut your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness.

?????, he wrote, mýthos, a conversation, a tale, a legend from the darkness before the days of Christ. "Some stories," she says, "can be both false and true at the same time.

After a while, he is learning, even total darkness is not quite darkness.

He waits until dark. Marie-Laure sits in the mouth of the wardrobe, the false back open, and listens to her uncle switch on the microphone and the transmitter in the attic. His mild voice speaks numbers into the garret. Then music plays, soft and low, full of cellos tonight . . .

suave y con acento. «Niños, el cerebro está envuelto por una oscuridad total —dice la voz—. Flota en un líquido transparente en el interior del cráneo y jamás recibe luz. Pero a pesar de eso el mundo que construye en nuestra mente está lleno de luz, rebosante de colores y de movimiento. ¿Cómo puede ser que el cerebro, que jamás conoce una chispa de luz, construya en nuestro interior un

Sometimes, in the darkness, Werner thinks the cellar may have its own faint light, perhaps emanating from the rubble, the space going a bit redder as the August day above them progresses toward dusk. After a while, he is learning, even total darkness is not quite darkness; more than once he thinks he can see his spread fingers when he passes them in front of his eyes.

Beyond the broken window hangs a windless night. Ashes swirling in starlight.

What light shines at night! He never knew. Light will blind him.

Toutes ces fenêtres dans le noir... C'est comme si la ville était devenue une bibliothèque de livres écrits dans une langue inconnue : et les maisons, des rayonnages de volumes devenus illisibles en l'absence de lumière. Mais il y a cette machine au grenier, qui fonctionne de nouveau. Une étincelle dans la nuit.