Quotes About Darkness

I felt I saw an escape from desolation, only it was cold and dark, this escape, and it led by twists and turns into a world of eternal darkness where the raw earth gave the only smell to one's hands, one's skin, one's clothes.

But the name was astonishing: 'Théâtre des Vampires,' and the time noted, nine p.m.

I am The Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal. More or less.

Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?' " 'Yes, I think it is,' I said to him. 'It's not logical, as you would make it sound. But it's that dark, that empty. And it is without consolation.

She felt herself turning inward, away from all of it, back into the darkness, into the dark water whence she'd come.

He wrapped his warm arms around the mystery. He buried his face in the monster's neck.

Horror and moral terror can never be exonerated. They have no real value. Pure evil has no real place.

so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower.

Into the darker regions of Venice I traveled, the mist hanging thick over the canals, to those dimly lighted places where ruffians abound.

I lay down to sleep in the shrine and knew only dark and troubled dreams.

with all my black little heart, LeStat De Lioncourt - Queen of the Damned -

This darkness had a calming effect on me. The open country sank into a deep dark tinge of blue beneath the pearly heavens, and I could see the forests encroaching on the tilled land, creeping higher here and there, as the hills folded over one another or sank steeply into valleys of pure blackness.

Can you picture it?' she said so softly I scarcely heard. 'A coven of children? That is all I could provide…

He felt the blood pounding inside him, but it wanted more blood. His hands and feet were now painfully cold.

For her life, she dispatched her victims. For my life, I drank human blood.

He backed away from me, the brush falling from his hand. And I rose over him, feeling my teeth against my lip, feeling my eyes fill with the colors of his face, my ears fill with his struggling cry, my hands fill with that strong, fighting flesh until I drew him up to me, helpless, and tore that flesh and had the blood that gave it life. 'Die,' I whispered when I held him loose now, his head bowed against my coat, 'die,' and felt him struggle to look up at me.

Avevo concepito la mia trasformazione in vampiro sotto due luci diverse. Da una parte si trattava semplicemente di una malia: Lestat mi aveva sopraffatto sul letto di morte. Ma dall'altra c'era la voglia di autodistruggermi, di dannarmi completamente. Questa era la porta aperta per cui era entrato Lestat.

Jesse Reeves had been my student even more surely than Merrick ever became, and the vampires had swallowed Jesse whole and complete.

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of

nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn't see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

are immortal. And what we have before us are the rich feasts that conscience cannot appreciate and mortal men cannot know without regret. God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately He takes the richest and the poorest, and so shall we; for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves, dark angels not confined to the stinking limits of hell but wandering His earth and all its kingdoms.

What more perfect guise for a vampire, I thought, than that of a rock musician?

Louis seemed an angel of death come to the window.

De ce te face asta la fel de rau ca oricare vampir? Nu exista gradatii ale raului? E raul cumva o prapastie periculoasa in care cadem dupa primul pacat, prabusindu-ne in adancuri?