Quotes About Darkness

Pareciera que en el fondo de todos nosotros hubiese un monstruo. Que sólo espera el momento propicio para salir a la luz y causar estragos.

The word 'feminine,' as I understand it, has very little to do with gender, nor is woman the custodian of femininity. Both men and women are searching for their pregnant virgin. She is the part of us who is outcast, the part who comes to consciousness through going into darkness, mining our leaden darkness, until we bring her silver out.

There are people whose deaths make you ache with sadness. And then there are people whose deaths prevent the sun from rising, deaths that turn the walls black in every room you walk through, deaths that send storm clouds and a wail swirling through your head so that you can't hear music and you can't recognize your furniture or your own face in the mirror.

Look at Picasso. O'Neill. Tennessee Williams. Capote. Were these shiny happy people spreading sunshine? No. Only the greatest of personal demons can force you to do powerful work.

There was something about her playing... a knowledge of darkness in the most extreme form.

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can't help it. Classical music isn't just music . It's a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the soul. Take a modern example. Florence and the Machine? In the song 'Cosmic Love,' she catalogs the way in which the world has gone dark, distorting her, when she, a rather intense young woman, was left bereft by a love affair. 'The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.

There were no street signs along Benton Hollow Road, no house numbers, no streetlights, not even any lines—just my car's faded headlights, which didn't so much push back the advancing dark as nervously rummage through it.

Y es porque hay algo que no pueden ver que la gente cree que tiene que ser especial, porque la gente siempre piensa que hay algo especial en lo que no puede ver, como el lado oculto de la Luna, o el otro lado de un agujero negro, o en la oscuridad cuando se despierta por la noche y tiene miedo.

What he felt mostly was a relentless, grinding dread which rumbled and thundered and made the world dark, like those spaceships in science-fiction films whose battle-scorched fuselages slid onto the screen and kept on sliding onto the screen because they were, in fact, several thousand times larger than you expected when all you could see was the nose cone. The

He does not understand yet that sometimes the monster is other people, sometimes the monster squats unseen inside one's own heart, and sometimes the monster is the brute fact of time itself.

Perhaps everyone possessed a darker self kept at bay by circumstance.

What happens when you let go, when your strength leaves you and you sink into darkness, when there's nothing that you or anyone else can do, no matter how desperate you are, no matter how you try? Perhaps it's then, when you have neither pride nor power, that you are saved, brought to an unimaginably great reward.

As it somehow always manages before the winter solstice, but never after, the early darkness was cheerful and promising, even for those who had nothing.

Guariglia, what happens when you let go, when your strength leaves you and you sink into darkness, when there's nothing that you or anyone else can do, no matter how desperate you are, no matter how you try? Perhaps it's then, when you have neither pride nor power, that you are saved, brought to an unimaginably great reward.

what happens when you let go, when your strength leaves you and you sink into darkness, when there's nothing that you or anyone else can do, no matter how desperate you are, no matter how you try? Perhaps it's then, when you have neither pride nor power, that you are saved, brought to an unimaginably great reward.

You'll be shot, they cautioned. No. I won't be shot. I'm going to shoot them, and then I'll go home. I'll be perfectly safe. I can see the future, and the clouds are lifting. You can see the future? How can you see the future? I know enough now about the patterns of the past to see the darkness of the future unraveling before the golden light of time. Behind the clouds is the dawn. How can I possibly know such things? The fact is, I do. So watch out.

No matter how dark, the hand always knows the way to the mouth.

It is a mysterious and strenuous and simple practice: to walk when we are able and be still when we are not, to bleed the dark that builds within us, and trade it for the light which is always waiting. Despite

But shadows spread, and deepened, and stayed. After thousands of years we're still strangers to darkness, fearful aliens in an enemy camp with our arms crossed over our chests.

How unhappy are they who have a gift that's left to germinate in darkness. The pale plant will sink invisible roots and live whitely off their blood.

Las Vegas no less—the Ugly Shorts Heart of Darkness

I wrapped the cord around my neck, leaned forward with my full body weight, and ended my life. That thought was what got me through.

Ser bueno puede llegar a ser algo horrible.

Those are the feelings you feel when you're out there and enough dark energy possesses you and you think, "Who the fuck am I? What happened to me?