Quotes About Darkness

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. —JOHN 1:5 (ESV)

Truth is light too. Not to see it is to be in darkness, to see it wrong is to be in double darkness.

because none of you know what you want follow me because I'm not going anywhere I'll just bleed so the stars can have something dark to shine in look at my legs I am the Nijinsky of dreams

my life I love it in the dark under the water of my shadow music my form and substance lonely and blue as ever — Frank Stanford, The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You (Lost Roads Publishers, 2000)

Darkness found Frank backing the boys' convertible out the Hardy driveway. Five minutes later they had stopped for a traffic light on the main street of Bayport. Suddenly there was the roar of another engine, a rattle of tin, the raucous

The three boys passed the big house, now dark and silent once more, and walked down the driveway. "That place gives me the willies," muttered Chet, as Frank closed the gate. "I still have the creepy feeling that somebody's in there, watching everything that goes on.

The boys continued their journey in the deepening darkness. Ahead, the road wound through isolated, hilly country. Here and there they encountered patches of light radiation fog, a phenomenon common to this type of terrain.

Something down there move!

It seems to be a fact that man, tortured by his demons, avenges himself blindly on his fellow-man.

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

During last night's insomnia, as these thoughts came and went between my aching temples, I realised once again, what I had almost forgotten in this recent period of relative calm, that I tread a terribly tenuous, indeed almost non-existent soil spread over a pit full of shadows, whence the powers of darkness emerge at will to destroy my life…

People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing gazing into the evening waters, His hands resting on old stones.

Wherever I turn, the black wave rushes down on me.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

Fear of night. Fear of not night.

There were dark hours, of course, such as came to everybody, in which you thought you had achieved nothing at all, in which it seemed to you that only the cases predestined from the start to seucceed came to a good end, which they would have reached in any event without your help, while every one of the others was doomed to fail in spite of all your manœuvres, all your exertions, all the illusory little victories on which you plumes yourself.

At the same time all the houses round about promptly took part in this silence, and so did the darkness above them, reaching as far as the stars. And the footsteps of invisible passers-by, whose course I had no wish to guess at, the wind that kept on driving against the other side of the street, the gramophone singing behind closed windows in some room - they made themselves heard in this silence, as if they had owned it for ever and ever.

As it is I have no one, no one here except the fear, together we roll through the nights locked in each other's arms.

I had long been running through the darkness, this way and that, guided by nothing but a vague yearning

This morning for the first time in a long while the pleasure again in imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

Os postes da rua projetavam um reflexo pálido no teto e na parte superior dos móveis, mas ali em baixo, no local onde se encontrava, estava escuro.

It's only in dreams that I am so sinister.

However beautiful it looked, it was quite inadequate to illuminate the altarpieces which mostly hung in the gloom of the side chapels; it only made the darkness more intense.

their devilish kindness, their murderous love