Quotes About Darkness

Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness.

The sides are steep and the nights are long and cold down in the hole, light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.

In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?

The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you, Opens a door through which you see dark dreams.

We love the night and its quiet; and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.

I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.

I love the dead... Frequently.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

The world is dyed with the color of blood. It will never be able to go back to the way it was before.

A vampire's thirst can only be quenched by the blood of their loved ones.

Moon, moon, when you leave me alone all the darkness is an utter blackness, a pit of fear, a stench, hands unreasonable never to touch. But I love you. Do you love me. What to say when you see me.

The way of loving kindness is what is to be accepted. Love! The benefit is clear. Rage, hate are the way of chaos and darkness - to be rejected.

In short: if one has nothing of value to say, only that which is impure defilement, avoid them. They are masters of the dark. Of no use.

To become attached to the experience of peace is to threaten the true and essential and vital union of our soul with God above sense and experience in the darkness of a pure and perfect love.

Fear is a lack of love, just as darkness is a lack of light.

I note that some whom I greatly love and esteem, who are, in my judgment, among the very choicest of God's people, nevertheless, travel most of the way to heaven by night.

Childhood is cannibals and psychotics vomiting in your mouth!

He saw three ugly natures, three small, cruel souls.

Los monstruos que salían de sus tumbas no son nada comparados con los que llevamos dentro del corazón.

He comes from the grave, his body a home of worms and filth. No life in his eyes, no warmth of his skin, no beating of his breast. His soul, as empty and dark as the night sky. He laughs at the blade, spits at the arrow, for they will not harm his flesh. For eternity, he will walk the earth, smelling the sweet blood of the living, feasting upon the bones of the damned. Beware, for he is the living dead. —OBSCURE HINDU TEXT, CIRCA 1000 B.C.E.

most people would rather face the light of a real enemy than the darkness of their imagined fears. How

The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts.

most people would rather face the light of a real enemy than the darkness of their imagined fears.