Quotes About Darkness

The sun no longer showsHis face; and treason sowsHis secret seeds that no man can detect;Fathers by their children are undone;The brother would the brother cheat;And the cowled monk is a deceit…Might is right, and justice there is none.

By four o'clock, I've discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead.

There is nothing like the silence and loneliness of night to bring dark shadows over the brightest mind.

your name your name, paragal, in the old toung, means 'one of pure light' and so you once were. but know this: when your stroke gfalls, so shall your own star fall. Your light will go out, and you will earn a newname. You shall be caled paragor - 'one of true darkness.' darkness will be your dwelling place and it will consume you. You willl ever be hungry for what you can naver have, No darkness in alleble will be as you

All folk are afraid of the dark. Be they biggin or wee, the unseen world casts doubt upon reason, scratches

And find that dark, too blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet, and dark wings.

Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

comparing what you see during an eclipse to the darkness at night is like comparing an ocean to a teardrop.

Tenemos tantas ganas de odiar a alguien, de asignarle una culpa e imponerle un castigo, que lo vemos a la peor luz posible, y le imponemos los peores rasgos.

What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.

Instead of shunning the darkness, we can face straight into it with an open mind. When we do that, the unknown changes. Fearful things become understandable and a truth is suggested: the enigmatic presence of the human mind winks back from the dark. WHITLEY STRIEBER, COMMUNION

That includes the gross parts, which I am learning to accept (without condoning) through the words of the great Bob Ross: "You can't have light without a little darkness.

Out of the chaos and darkness of Nun rose Ammon-Ra, He-Who-Creates-Himself. I watched Ammon-Ra stroke his generative member, masturbating and spurting out his seminal seed in mighty waves that left the silver smear that we know as the Milky Way across the dark void. From this seed were generated Geb and Nut, the earth and the heaven.

Dark to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens. Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars? Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city. A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.

I'm going to kill Jude this afternoon for fun, then eat my own putrid kidney for dinner.

I'm possibly a very morbid person but I think about death a lot.

The bodies draped down through the leaves like rancid baubles in the locks of a horrible harlot.

So much death and no coffee to be had.

I FELL DEEP down in there, until this bright light raised me from sleep. Coming out of a pit such as that, you think the bright light could be God or a cop on patrol.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, as sand eddies in a whirlwind.

The night that hides things from us.

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.