Quotes About Darkness

The former time is the time of gloom and darkness, but the later time is a time of the redemption and the mercy of God

The emptiness, the way his heels rang on the asphalt, was satisfying, emphasised his aloneness. A man alone, alone late at night with no one to say he should be home in bed.

The next time you experience a blackout, take some solace by looking at the sky. You will not recognize it.

Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light. Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way.

Strangers used to gather together at the cinema and sit together in the dark, like Ancient Greeks participating in the mysteries, dreaming the same dream in unison.

I think the end is endless. It's either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it's totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn't understand it.

The scariest monster in the world is human beings and what we are capable of, especially when we get together.

La vida nos es insoportable a todos a veces —dijo ella—. No creo que haya nadie lo bastante afortunado como para escapar de toda la oscuridad que ofrece.

God, the light had gone out. He was in darkness.

En ocasiones sucede algo tan catastrófico que durante un tiempo, a veces durante mucho tiempo, resulta imposible ver algo en la oscuridad, incluso parece imposible creer que haya algo más allá. Pero siempre lo hay. Incluso, tal vez, en el momento de la muerte. Sobre todo en ese momento.

The new moon would soon leave little light to navigate by.

Three Catholic priests are having dinner: a Franciscan, a Dominican, and a Jesuit. Suddenly the lights go out. The Franciscan says, "Let us welcome Sister Darkness and wait patiently for Brother Sunlight to return." The Dominican says, "God gives us the darkness of ignorance so that we might, by contrast, discern the light of truth." The Jesuit finds a flashlight and goes downstairs to flip the breaker.

loading your brain with subliminal messages.... How loathsome to turn a sadistic murder into entertainment [in the newspaper] -- and yet how hard not to read about it. What dark comedy to realize that you are scanning for descriptions of torture as you disapprove. Which of course only makes it more entertaining. But naturally I was hoping they'd report something grisly, you say to your friends, who chuckle lighthearted acknowledgment of hypocrisy.

This kind of thing kept occurring all week. Each time, the lawyer's irritation and disbelief mounted. In addition, I sensed something else growing in him, and intimate tendril creeping from one of this darker areas, nursed on the feeling that he had discovered something about me.

All warriors are brothers in arms, whether they fight for the Light or the Dark. We are fated always to make war on our own kind.

Your work is not only books and pictures. They are but bits of it. Your work is You, not less than you, not parts of you… These days when you "cannot work" are accomplishing it, are of it, like the days when you "can work." There is no division. It is all one. Your living is all of it; anything less is part of it. — Your silence will be read with your writings some day, your darkness will be part of the Light.

Having devoted the first half of my life to the dark, I feel obliged to rever any pinpoint of light now.

I pushed the button to shut the TV off. The picture shrank to a little blue star that hurtled backwards through the swampy dark.

When death comes…. I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what it's going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

Now and again there's a moment, when the heart cries aloud: yes, I am willing to be that wild darkness, that long, blue body of light.

I WAKE CLOSE TO MORNING Why do people keep asking to see God's identity papers when the darkness opening into morning is more than enough? Certainly any god might turn away in disgust. Think of Sheba approaching the kingdom of Solomon. Do you think she had to ask, "Is this the place?

and the heart, if it is still alive, feels something— a yearning for which we have no name but which we may remember, years later, in the darkness, from "A Fox in the Dark

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

Whatever else my life is with its poems and its music and its glass cities, it is also this dazzling darkness coming down the mountain