Quotes About Darkness

Never trust those who would be your shield. They feed on your ignorance and darkness. It is best to look at things directly and be unafraid.

The space between the next two buildings was crowded with four torn bodies, limbs shredded from torsos, intestines strewn like party streamers. Suddenly one of the torsos jerked into the darkened alley beyond, dragged by something hidden in shadow.

Ye who, passing graves by night, Glance not to the left nor right, Lest a spirit should arise, Cold and white, to freeze your eyes...

Father, the dark moths crouch at the sills of the earth, waiting.

His smile grew into a feral grin. "Beyond all this… and into the mirror.

Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.

The City is of Night; perchance of Death,But certainly of Night.

Welcome, kindred glooms!Congenial horrors, hail!

enough to show the black

It was so dark I could hardly see her. The weight of her arm was wonderfully comfortable, and her gin-sweet breath was warm on my cheek.

There's a pattern and we're a part of it. Yet if you scratched very deep at that idea of pattern, you hit an emptiness so dark that it destroyed, categorically, anything you'd ever looked at or thought of as light.

a morbid longing for the picturesque at all cost.

The Roman genius, and perhaps the Roman flaw,' he said, 'was an obsession with order. One sees it in their architecture, their literature, their laws - this fierce denial of darkness, unreason, chaos.

unbearable claustrophobia of the soul

though the darkness sometimes lifted just enough so I could construe my surroundings, familiar shapes solidifying like bedroom furniture at dawn, my relief was never more than temporary because somehow the full morning never came, things always went black before I could orient myself and there I was again with ink poured in my eyes, guttering around in the dark.

and there she was, turning and smiling at me, at me! and there were way too many people in the theater because it was the seven o'clock show, way more people than I was comfortable with my generalized anxiety and hatred of crowded places and more people trickling in even after the show had started but I didn't care, it could have been a foxhole in the Somme being shelled by the Germans and all that mattered was her next to me in the dark, her arm beside mine.

E le notti, più grandi di quanto sia immaginabile: nere, immense, spazzate dal vento; caotiche e pazze di stelle.

sky darkened rapidly, darker every second; the wind rustled the trees in the park and the new leaves on the trees stood out tender and yellow against black clouds.

Death is the mother of Beauty. And what is Beauty? Terror.

It could have been a foxhole in the Somme being shelled by the Germans and all that mattered was her next to me in the dark, her arm beside mine.

Intentionally or no: I had extinguished a light at the heart of the world.

It does not to do be frightened of things about which you know nothing,' he said. 'You are like children. Afraid of the dark.

Does such a thing as the fatal flaw, that showy dark crack running down the middle of life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

A morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs