Quotes About Darkness

Dove c'è molta luce, l'ombra è più nera...

The modest truth I speak to thee. If Man, that microcosmic fool, can see Himself a whole so frequently, Part of the Part am I, once All, in primal Night,— Part of the Darkness which brought forth the Light, The haughty Light, which now disputes the space, And claims of Mother Night her ancient place.

and because it is characteristic of our mind to project confusion and darkness where we have nothing but uncertainty.

Tot a?a cum galbenul este intotdeauna asociat cu lumina, se poate spune ?i c? albastrul aduce cu el ?i un principiu al întunericului. Aceast? culoare are un efect special ?i aproape indescriptibil asupra ochiului. Pe scara culorilor este una puternic?, îns? de partea negativ?, ?i la maximum de puritate este, cum s-ar zice, o nega?ie stimulatoare. Aspectul s?u este deci un fel de contradic?ie între excita?ie ?i calm.

There are very few things which we know, which are not capable of being reduced to a Mathematical Reasoning; and when they cannot it's a sign our knowledge of them is very small and confused; and when a Mathematical Reasoning can be had it's as great a folly to make use of any other, as to grope for a thing in the dark, when you have a Candle standing by you.

And hiding from darkness in barns They can be grownups now And the murderer's ash tray is more easily-- The lake a lilac cube.

The media network has its idols, but its principal idol is its own style which generates an aura of winning and leaves the rest in darkness. It recognizes neither pity nor pitilessness.

We have no word for this darkness. It is not night and it is not ignorance. From time to time we all cross this darkness, seeing everything: so much everything that we can distinguish nothing. You know it, Marisa, better than I. It's the interior from which everything came.

Silencio. Apago la linterna frontal. Oscuridad. En la oscuridad, el silencio se hace enciclopédico, condensa todo lo que ha ocurrido en el intervalo entre el entonces y el ahora.

But never did Henry, as he thought he did,end anyone and hacks her body upand hide the pieces, where they may be found.He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing.Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.Nobody is ever missing.

A great horror and darkness fell upon Christian.

Lumpini Park at night: love at its cheapest, but the incidence of HIV is said to be over 60 per cent. In the darkness: furtive movement on benches and on the grass, muted moans and whispers, rustlings of large animals in heat, the intensity of the atomic fusion of sec and death (highly addictive, they say).

It's time we stop using Facebook to post pictures of kittens and start using it as a platform to expose darkness and to declare the word of the Lord! End-time warriors awakened in the fire of the coming Church will use every vehicle they can to awaken others!

This world is behind enemy lines. Secret powers rule it. But they don't want to kill us with bombs or knives. They want even worse for us. They want to kill the better part of us, the part that hopes. Illnesses and accidents are weapons in their hands, weapons of despair, meant to turn our thoughts down and down to dark and dismal paths.

We are men born in a land of eternal darkness. We grope where we cannot see clearly. Why mistrust what ancient books say? Why mistrust what our souls say? Our forefathers gave us this lamp, and the flame was lit in brighter days, when men saw further. I agree the lamp-light of such far-off lore, is dim for us; but surely that proves it to be folly, not wisdom, to cast the lamp aside: for then we are blind.

Nothing I have ever read before or since contains such a mood of pure unearthliness. Wraiths and Dark Lords and devils from fantasy stories seem quaint and old-fashioned, and are more likely to invoke nostalgia rather than awe; aliens from science fiction stories share our laws of nature, and come from our universe. The inhuman presences and monsters of the Night Land, on the other hand, are cloaked in impenetrable mystery.

But men are the thralls and serfs, the gladiators and poppets, the concubines and cattle, the pets and toys of powers they do not see, do not know, and do not recall upon waking. Those few who by mishap recall truly and do know how truly dark the night is, they are called mad and hauled away screaming.

In the dark, all cats are black.

Men will not turn to Christ for light until they know this world as darkness and themselves so profoundly blind. Let

I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes." ~Dr. Sam Loomis/Halloween

Monsters in movies are us, always us, one way or the other. They're us with hats on. The zombies in George Romero's movies are us. They're hungry. Monsters are us, the dangerous parts of us. The part that wants to destroy. The part of us with the reptile brain. The part of us that's vicious and cruel. We express these in our stories as these monsters out there.

Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.

There are some young almond tress, which ordinarily look as if drawn by a childish hand. Now, as the wind sets their weak branches gibbering, they seem like shamanistic scratches on the white bone of the brittle bright night.

I believe in evil because I have touched it, and it has touched me.