Quotes About Darkness

Friendship develops easily in the sunshine of joy and happiness, but the friendship that grows in the darkness of sorrow and tragedy has roots that are firmer and deeper, and blossoms that last much longer.

y con sólo algunas hebras como vestigio de la noche.

El futuro del país es brumoso y la oscuridad se expande en los campos de la cultura y la ciencia. La desmodernidad se cuela por todos los poros del Estado.

Este oscuro corazón late al lado de la necesaria ironía sin la cual se apagaría la reflexión.

In the mirrors of the many judgments, my hands are the color of blood. I sometimes fancy myself an evil which exists to oppose other evils; and on that great Day of which the prophets speak but in which they do not truly believe, on the day the world is utterly cleansed of evil, then I too will go down into darkness, swallowing curses. Until then, I will not wash my hands nor let them hang useless.

Lying in bed with his eyes open, he searched the shadows around him, trying to find some steadying, reassuring objects. But the reality was at least as threatening as the nightmares. Having swallowed up all of the familiar shapes of the furniture, the darkness took on the aspect of some unearthly challenge: within this nothingness something monstrous and unknown was surely being spawned. The room had become a kind of breeding ground for monsters.

It's so delicate, the light. And there's so little of it. The dark is huge. Just delicate needles, the light, in an endless night. And it has such a long way to go through such desolate space. So let's be gentle with it. Cherish it. So it will come again in the morning. We hope." 'Just Delicate Needles'—by Rolf Jacobsen (translated by Robert Hedin)

Still, I did not regret for a moment leaving the bright lights of Manhattan behind in favour of night skies so dark the stars seemed close enough to be street lights. In the recycled cabin air of the long flight back, I physically longed for Rwanda, its rich red earth, the smell of its wood fires and its vibrant humanity.

That night I hardly slept a wink, but turned over and over in my tent; never until then had I felt so alone or so deserted. Perhaps even the elephants are too small, I thought, as I stared into the darkness, and we need a far bigger and more affectionate presence at our side.

L'occhio era cupo, cosa che costituisce sempre una buona base per l'allegria.

aušra vienu mostu nužerdavo Vandenyn? nuo galo iki galo, ir dangus staiga pasirodydavo visu šviesumu, o mano širdis vis dar plakdavo nakties ritmu, akys vis dar tik?davo tamsa. Juk esu senas žvaigždži? rijikas, ir lengviausiai pasitikiu naktim.

Die ganze Dunkelheit der Welt reicht nicht aus, das Licht einer einzigen Kerze zu löschen.

Well, this is the town for it. The suicide capital of the world," said the dark writer. "Some of them come here and go nutty, while others come out here with the sole ambition of giving me tsurris. The rest want to jump off a bridge." "San Francisco's the town for that.

Then the night lessened, the clouds ashened slightly, and the men became starkly black and brown against the gray of the snow.

And darkness. You can't see it no more than you can see air, but when it's all around you sure enough know it.

God, who said, "Let there be light in the darkness," has made this light shine in our hearts so we could know the glory of God that is seen in the face of Jesus Christ. 2 Corinthians 4:6

We had effectively been living parallel lives, interacting with this world during the daylight hours and interacting with this alien world when we were asleep during darkness.

And in the darkness I smile at life, as if I were the possessor of charm which would enable me to transform all that is evil and tragical into serenity and happiness. But when I search my mind for the cause of this joy, I find there is no cause, and can only laugh at myself.

You've heard of him haven't you?" "She may not have, I hadn't until last week." "Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog... Act four scene one, three witches at the cauldron no?

I, Larry Vail, do hereby confess To murdering Merry in her little dress. To strangling and raping and making a mess. To all of these charges the answer is yes.

The moonless sky was a rich wild blackness of stars.

She turned to the window although it was dark now and the glass held only a tired ghost.

The black sky was a poem beyond meaning.

He wondered if he would ever see the inside of one of those houses whose great windows blared sheaves of light. They made huge blurred spears that reached out into the balmy spring darkness.