Quotes About Darkness

The world has been blind in the presence of artificial lights.They blame on the darkness in broad daylight.

I bleed passion. I'm not entirely sure what this means but I'm greedy over the words. They're so full of life. And I really need some life to balance out the desperate allure of the dark.

Until you press the switch button of the light in your room on, you shall always have light in your room and still leave in darkness.

One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing.

When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet.

in that cold autistic dark.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in.

After a while, it all started to fade. No more pain, no more unwanted thoughts and no sound. Just darkness. I welcomed it. I was done.

When you choose to light, I weep, when you choose to darken, I weep

A smile is a God given sun that lights up our lives in the midst of darkness

When you embrace the darkness within, you will always live in the light.

The universe requires balance. Nothing, nothing, can exist without it. There is no life, no light, without death, without darkness. There is no memory… without emptiness.

It is only in embracing my darkness that we can appreciate our life in the light.

There is always that choice, the light or the dark

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

The seat of desolation, void of light.

No light, but rather darkness visible.

When nightDarkens the streets, then wander forth the sonsOf Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark,Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark,That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.

Moloch, scepter'd king,Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spiritThat fought in heav'n; now fiercer by despair.

What in me is darkIllumine, what is low raise and support;That to the height of this great argumentI may assert eternal Providence,And justify the ways of God to men.

To sit in darkness hereHatching vain empires.

Was I deceiv'd or did a sable cloudTurn forth her silver lining on the night?