Quotes About Darkness

This was the Darker Life, where every truth was written backward.

The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!

The shuddering would not stop. The pain was like the end of the world. He thought: There comes a point when the very discussion of pain becomes redundant. No one knows there is pain the size of this in the world. No one. It is like being possessed by demons.

The shining. It was a good name, a comforting name, because she had always thought of it as a dark thing.

The town knew about darkness. It knew about the darkness that comes on the land when rotation hides the land from the sun, and about the darkness of the human soul

Hodges remembers an old saying: even on the darkest day, the sun shines on some dog's ass.

That rational voice was right to be frightened. There's something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks off the edge of a tall building has felt a faint, morbid urge to jump.

Grab onto my arm now. Hold tight. We are going into a number of dark places, but I think I know the way. Just don't let go of my arm. And if I should kiss you in the dark, it's no big deal; it's only because you are my love.

On that gray street, with the smell of industrial smokes in the air and the afternoon bleeding away to evening, downtown Derry looked only marginally more charming than a dead hooker in a church pew.

Maybe this isn't home, nor ever was- maybe home is where I have to go tonight. Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.

George, I'm sorry!" he cried through his tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, I'm suh-suh-SORRY—" And then they were around him, his friends, and no one lit a match, and someone held him, he didn't know who, Beverly maybe, or maybe Ben, or Richie. They were with him, and for that little while the darkness was kind.

Shadows were too black, and when a breeze stirred the trees, the shadows changed in a disquieting way.

Looking up at that starry sky gave him the creeps: it was too big, too black. It was all too possible to imagine it turning blood-red, all too possible to imagine a Face forming in lines of fire.

So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie's ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere's GARDENER!

It was not just Danny the Overlook was working on. It was working on him, too. It wasn't Danny who was the weak link, it was him. He was the vulnerable one, the one who could be bent and twisted until something snapped.

The town cares for devil's work no more than it cares for God's or man's. It knew darkness. And darkness was enough.

Beyond the reach of human range A drop of hell, a touch of strange . . .

Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.

I know something else as well: there's a place in most of us where the rain is pretty much constant, the shadows are always long, and the woods are full of monsters.

It starts here. From its field of roses, the Dark Tower cries out in its beast's voice. Time is a face on the water.

There is nothing of God or Light in that heartless sound - it is all black winter and dark ice.

In nightmares we can think the worst. That's what they're for, I guess.

The George George Stark George Starked over the Starky Stark.

When dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.