Quotes About Darkness

In the darkness, she wound herself into the blanket still more tightly. She was swaddled, confined, protected from herself--as in a very exclusively privately run mental hospital devoted solely to the care of one person: Nola. She fell asleep bothered only by the nagging thought that she would have to start all over in the morning. Existence whined in her head like a mosquito. Then she swatted it. Rode the tide of her comfort down into the earth.

Olga Tokarczuk's Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead

At last I passed along Olga Tokarczuk's Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead

If we are cut off from God by sinning," he said, low, "why do I feel so close to God when I touch you in this darkness, in this cloud?

only a complete alcoholic can think life is funny ... any life! ...

Our life is a journey, through winter and night, We look for our way, in a sky without light. (Song of the Swiss Guards, 1793)

The forest is only waiting for their signal to start trembling, hissing, and roaring from its depths. An enormous, love-maddened, unlighted railway station, full to bursting. Whole trees bristling with living noise makers, mutilated erections, horror.

That's the hatred that kills you. There'll be more of it, so deep and thick there will always be some left, enough to go around...it will ooze out over the earth...and poison it, so nothing will grow but viciousness, among the dead, among men.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all.

There would be nothing but darkness, same darkness as everywhere else, an enormous darkness that swallowed up the road two steps ahead of us, only a little sliver of road about the size of your tongue was spared by the darkness.

Tu finiras sûrement par le trouver le truc qui leur fait si peur, à eux tous, à tous ces salauds là, autant qu'ils sont et qui doit être au bout de la nuit, et c'est pour ça qu'ils n'y vont pas, au bout de la nuit.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things that are in a man's past have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelopes them all.

That's what life is, a bit of light that ends in darkness.

That's what life is, a bit of light that ends in darkness. But

Les vivants qu'on égare dans les cryptes du temps dorment si bien avec les morts qu'une même ombre les confond déjà.

Ainsi tourne le monde à travers la nuit énormément menaçante et silencieuse.

Children will always be afraid of the dark, and men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars, or press hideously upon our own globe in unholy dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse." — "Supernatural Horror in Literature

La emoción más antigua y más intensa de la humanidad es el miedo, y el más antiguo y más intenso de los miedos es el miedo a lo desconocido.

De Herbert West, que fora o meu amigo durante os anos de universidade e tamén fóra dela, tan só podía falar cun intensi terror.

Ia! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!

Poiché univa all'immaginazione la metodicità scientifica, era conscio del fatto che l'uomo moderno, quando non esistono leggi, tende costantemente a sfogare gli istinti più tenebrosi, che risalgono ai nostri scimmieschi, primitivi antenati, nella vita ordinaria, e nelle manifestazioni di culto.

Violence merely increases hate . . . adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.' Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Violence merely increases hate . . . adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.' Dr. Martin Luther King