Quotes About Darkness

I opened my eyes and saw the dark in all its original color.

We must be candid enough to acknowledge that to pray for the extension of God's kingdom is to solicit the destruction of all other kingdoms. This is the unique prayer life of the disciples of Christ. When we pray as Jesus taught us, we cry out to God for His blessings upon His church and for His curses upon the kingdom of the evil one. As Harry Mennega succinctly stated, "Advance and victory for the Church means retreat and defeat for the kingdom of darkness.

Has this present lack of vigor resulted, at least in part, from failure to attack the kingdom of darkness by forceful prayer and preaching? What does God tell us about the source of our glory as His saints?

Christians must pioneer new ways to bind ourselves to Scripture, to our traditions, and to each other—not for mere survival, but so that the church can be the authentic light of Christ to a world lost in darkness.

Auld Daddy Darkness... See him in the corners hidin' frae the licht, See him at the window gloomin' at the nicht...

It feels really sad, to me, to go to a dark bedroom. It's like surrendering to the night or something.

People will wake up in the dark and pad to their kitchen needing strength, and the reassurance that something delightful is about to happen—and hoping that this small chore of making coffee might set the tone for a day filled with difficult, wonderful things.

Nothing left but true: "You're gravity I can't escape." His sore heart labored beats in the darkness. "What am I supposed to do with that?" she said. "What you can," he said. "What you want.

basement to the coalbin exit

Luke stared at his father beneath him, then at the Emperor, then back at Vader. This was Darkness - and it was the Darkness he hated. Not his father, not even the Emperor. But the Darkness in them. In them, and in himself. And the only way to destroy the Darkness was to renounce it. For good and all.

History has shown repeatedly that any obsession with the demonic will always lead to tragedy.

Plagueis extended his left hand to touch him on the crown of the head. "Then it is done. From this day forward, the truth of you, now and forever more, will be Sidious.

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night.

I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren't drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.

She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.

Despotism can only exist in darkness, and there are too many lights now in the political firmament, to permit it to remain anywhere, as it has heretofore done, almost everywhere.

Gehenna is lovely these days.

I have experienced real horror. I have known true evil. Its name is human nature.

He hears men's voices, shouts, so evil and grim he hears their names: Tin Tin, Fun Boy, T-Bird, Top Dollar and Tom Tom. The sounds sink into his heart like ice and brun in his head with a heat so intense it glows white.

We allow ourselves to believe that nature can be explained. In the process we confine nature to those explanations. The eels, through their simplicity of form, their preference for darkness, and their grace of movement in the opposite direction of every other fish, have helped me to see things for which there is no easy classification, things that can't be quantified or solved, and get to the essence of experience. They have been my way back.

The sleep of reason brings forth monsters

And between them, the little shoe-box glistening with scarlet wallpaper and gilt like a fairy coffin. Inside it, there was the crabbed corpse of a still-born child wreathed in bloody newspaper. "I hated you so much," she said softly.

As for the opposite of kindness, which I have known well, it deserves no name.

a little run in the sheer black of the universe