Quotes About Darkness

Ah! I had been screaming. I realized it. Lots of mortals around me, high up in the night, were telling me to be quiet.

I had turned to leave him when he took hold of me. His teeth went into the artery before I could think what was happening, and his arms went tight around my chest.

It seemed at momemts, When I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down to meet the sea and some great secert was to be revealed.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself. I walked black streets and alleys alone; I passed out in cabarets. I backed out of two duels more from apathy than cowardice and truly wished to be murdered. And then I was attacked. It might have been anyone-and my invitation was open to sailors, thieves, maniacs, anyone. But it was a vampire. He caught me lust a few steps from my door one night and left me for dead, or so I thought.

I gave one last cry, trying to free my hands, trying to fix upon him, for I knew full well what he meant to do. In a dark flash of movement, he was gone, and I was lying on the floor. The candle had fallen over on the desk and had gone out. Only the light of the dying fire filled the little room. And the shutters of the door stood open, and the rain was falling, thin and quiet, yet steady. And I knew I was completely alone.

After all, these were blood drinkers, beings who spoke gently, liked poetry, and yet killed mortals all the time.

I watched him rise from the coffin, with slow, elegant gestures; our gestures, for we are the only beings who routinely rise from coffins.

there are only two things which I believe—the first is that no mortal can refuse the Dark Gift once he really knows what it is.

Lord God, to be born with no talent is bad enough, but to have a macabre and febrile imagination as well is a curse.

Happy Halloween, vampire boys and girls.

Too many voices out there in the night.

Maybe by some sublime miracle it is alive, Death, and it takes us into its arms, and it is no vampire, this thing, it is the very personification of the heavens. And we rise up and up into the stars with it. We go past the angels and the saints, past illumination itself and into the divine darkness, into the void, as we pass out of existence. In oblivion we are forgiven all things.

Well, now I know, whether I believe in hell or not, that vampires can love each other, that in being dedicated to evil, one does not cease to love.

No había día del juicio, no había una explicación final, no había ningún momento luminoso en el cual todos los terribles errores cometidos fueran corregidos y todos los horrores fueran compensados. Las brujas quemadas en la hoguera no serían vengadas jamás. ¡Nadie iba a decirnos nunca nada!

Be it further understood that all mortals who would receive the Dark Gifts should be beautiful in person so that the insult to God might be greater when the Dark Trick is done. Three

I picked up the corpse and dragged it down and down the winding steps of the tower, into the stinking dungeon, and threw it to rot with the rest there.

The horror was this: the others.

Treachery it was, the theft of immortality. A dark Prometheus stealing a luminescent fire. Laughter in the darkness. Laughter echoing in the catacomb. Echoing as if down the centuries.

Speak to me of the dark gifts. I use them. I'm gentleman death in silk and lace, come to put out the candle.

No te enamores tanto de la noche como para perder tu camino.

Be it further understood that all mortals who would receive the Dark Gifts should be beautiful in person so that the insult to God might be greater when the Dark Trick is done.

Y mi alma oscura es feliz otra vez porque no sabe sentirse de otra forma durante mucho tiempo y porque el dolor es un mar profundo y tenebroso en el que me ahogaría si no pilotara con firmeza mi pequeña nave por su superficie, siempre con rumbo a un sol que no saldrá jamás.

An icy gust of air rose from the open doors. Blackness. I cannot be locked in blackness. I cannot! And finally he screamed. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He screamed, the terrible cry begun before he was pushed forward, before he felt himself topple from the threshold, before he realized he was plunging down and down into the blackness, into the nothingness...

and only by the coldest act of will did I avoid falling into a black pit of grief, so black that it would blind me to anything and everything.