Quotes About Darkness

suddenly reluctant to go back into camp and settle in his shadowy den

but dying leaves and water. Fear yawned like a dark pit in his belly. Rock knew about the prophecy long before StarClan crowded Silverpelt, and

What do you think will happen to a cat who rejected, and then killed, his own son? Surely that cat would end up in the Dark Forest. Think of that when you are on your last life!

I give you a life for hope," he meowed. "Use it well to guide your Clan through the darkest days.

Breezepelt looked up at him, equally awkward. His eyes were guilty as he replied. "I should never have listened to the Dark Forest cats," he mewed stiffly. "You're a Clan cat, and my loyalty should be to the Clans.

a square black hole that yawned darkly beneath a stone archway.

It's dark and it's cold and I stoke the fire like a madman to keep warm. One

Eat in the dark the bargain that you purchased in the dusk.

Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

played it over and over, each time mouthing the words to the single lyric spoken in the middle of the song: "One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces.

It was still pretty dark down here, so I took out my flashlight and headed east, weaving my way through the dark maze, doing my best to remain unseen while being careful to avoid tripping over a shopping cart, engine block, or one of the other pieces of junk littering the narrow alleys between the stacks.

Out here on the perimeter, there are no stars.

2 AM. Es la hora del Oficio Nocturno, y la iglesia en penumbra parece que está llena de demonios. Ésta es la hora de las tinieblas y de las fiestas. La hora de mis parrandas. Y regresa mi pasado. "Y mi pecado está siempre delante de mí.

Afuera los primeros pájaros cantan tristes, llamando al sol. Es la hora de las tinieblas. Y la iglesia está helada, como llena de demonios, mientras seguimos en la noche recitando los salmos.

Es la hora en que brillan las luces de los burdeles y las cantinas. La casa de Caifás está llena de gente. Las luces del palacio de Somoza están prendidas. Es la hora en que se reúnen los Consejos de Guerra y los técnicos en torturas bajan a las prisiones. La hora de los policías secretos y de los espías, cuando los ladrones y los adúlteros rondan las casas y se ocultan los cadáveres. Un bulto cae al agua.

The stars drew light across the night sky in that little mountain village, and the silence and the cold made the darkness vanish away. It was - I don't know how to explain it - as if everything solid melted away into the ether, eliminating all individualtiy and absorbing us, rigid, into the immense darkness. Not a single cloud to lend perspective to the space blocked any portion of the starry sky.

The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to the woodwinds. Intermission: that is the darkness. The light feels like a vague scratching; it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.

Die Blindheit wächst mit der Aufklärung; der Mensch bewegt sich in einem Irrgarten von Licht. Er kennt die Macht der Finsternis nicht mehr. GESAMT WERKE. Band 2.

Knowing is a pilgrimage. It requires taking personal responsibility, born of love, to pledge allegiance to what we do not yet know. It requires relying on seemingly opaque guidance to venture into the darkness of half-understanding. We invite its gracious and surprising self-disclosure, seeking to indwell its clues to make sense of a hidden pattern. We risk our forever being changed. It is an adventure.

For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.

That's how we stay young these days: murder and suicide.

And so we gain hope—not from the darkness of our suffering, not from pat answers in books, but from the God who sees our suffering and shares our pain.

This is the crisis we're in: God-light streamed into the world, but men and women everywhere ran for the darkness. They went for the darkness because they were not really interested in pleasing God. Everyone who makes a practice of doing evil, addicted to denial and illusion, hates God-light and won't come near it, fearing a painful exposure. But anyone working and living in truth and reality welcomes God-light so the work can be seen for the God-work it is.

The mouth of a good person is a deep, life-giving well, but the mouth of the wicked is a dark cave of abuse.