Quotes About Darkness

The intimacy with evil is something which I must bear.

No bastaba eso para seducirla sin contemplaciones, para forzarla a aceptar la sangre vampírica y luego decir: 'No, tesoro, no te he arrebatado la vida, si no que te ofrezco una eternidad conmigo'?

El mal es un punto de vista. Dios asesina y nosotros también; indiscriminadamente. Él arrasa a ricos y pobres y nosotros hacemos lo mismo; porque ninguna criatura es igual a nosotros, ninguna tan parecida a Él como nosotros, ángeles oscuros no confiados a los límites hediondos del infierno sino por Su tierra y todos Sus reinos.

Daniel himself had no use for the world, and had come to me hungering for our Dark Blood, his brain swimming with macabre, grotesque tales which Louis de Pointe du Lac had told him.

Behold. The Queen of the Damned.

Mad, roaming the streets in rags, he shut out the world almost to the point of death, and I, weak, muddled, tormented by his beauty and lusting for the living man and not the vampire he might become, only brought him over to us through the working of the Dark Trick because he would have died otherwise.

Chloe took a sip of her coffee. Strong as faith, sweet as love, black as sin.

The windows were boarded up, allowing in no light. I take it this isn't your apartment. You think I'd take you to my home? Hope springs eternal.

Ben scooped her up in his arms, holding her high against his chest as he carried her back into the cottage, past the shrouded, familiar shapes of the furniture into the night-dark bedroom. They were alone now for the first time. There was no Emmett, no Harris, no lies or masquerade or motives or revenge. There was just Ben and Rachel, together in the darkness.

She should feel sick. Horrified, stunned. But the horrible truth was, she felt fine. He killed. He killed to protect her. And some ancient, atavistic streak inside her wanted to preen and purr. She was one sick puppy.

Justine's childhood was dark and velvety and it smelled of dust.

Peter glanced up from his laptop, which he was working on now. "Have you lost your mind?" he asked her. "What?" "You're going to walk the dog alone in the dark where somebody just got shot?

When the candle is burning, who looks at the wick? When the candle is out, who needs it? But the world without light is wasteland and chaos, and a life without sacrifice is abomination.

You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars themselves neither require nor demand it.

Martin Buber tells this tale: "Rabbi Mendel once boasted to his teacher Rabbi Elimelekh that evenings he saw the angel who rolls away the light before the darkness, and mornings the angel who rolls away the darkness before the light. 'Yes,' said Rabbi Elimelekh, 'in my youth I saw that too. Later on you don't see these things any more.

At fist he didn't say anything more, and we had a little staring contest there in the darkness. but I liked staring at him, and I won.

Everyone ugly was in bed by now.

I felt trapped in a world that I couldn't mould to my own desires. Others were in sunlight; I was in darkness.

His own men, those who would attack in the morning, knelt on the earth, faces hidden behind one hand, in an agonizing tunnel of their own, a darkness where there was no time but where they tried to look on death.

The deeper into the sensation she went, beneath his weight and his urging, the more it was like going into a room of utter darkness, which she felt was familiar from a time before her birth; it was something other, or beyond; it was like death, or very near it.

I feel good when I leave the darkness of the cinema, it makes me feel my life is important. For a few minutes, I stroll along the dark streets, thinking of myself as someone in a film- a man with a character, a destiny. I become aware of my clothes and my physical mass; of my quiddity, my value.

Another charming scene is of a lovely lady, with fine features and hair falling long over her forehead, who receives a letter in a dark room and is so anxious to open it that she doesn't take the time to light a lamp, but instead picks up a glowing coal from the brazier with the fire tongs and sits straining to make out the words by its light.

Something wicked this way comes

Oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths.