Quotes About Darkness

Rebirth is almost impossible without the darkness.....I tell myself I am experiencing the death of myself as mother, the death of myself as a younger woman -- precious old lives going by the wayside. Of course, I should let myself grieve. To deny the grief is to squander a transforming and radiant possibility.

I live in a hive of darkness, and you are my mother, I told her. You are the mother of thousands.

The night seemed like an inkblot I had to figure out.

Sunset is the saddest light there is

Even in the dark I could see that [the tree] was dying, and doing it alone in the middle of these unconcerned pines. That was the absolute way of things. Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through it.

Laughter is soul making, too. No matter how dark and serious a crisis seems, I shouldn't abandon my joy.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait. . . .                           So the darkness shall be the light,                           and the stillness the dancing. T. S. ELIOT

realize with horrifying certainty that Ann has fallen into the hole. I drop onto my knees and call into the blackness. I scream her name until the sound clots in my throat. I don't know what to do. Finally I search for a flashlight so I can see down into the opening.

There were days that autumn when I had little energy to write or paint or even read. On days like that I felt like somebody had switched off the lights inside.

I turned off the light and tried to sleep but ended up nursing a sense of loss that seemed heavier than ever.

large wave unexpectedly knocked me off and shoved me under. Before I could surface, another wave pushed me down, then another. But this is not a game. This is my life. The darkness tunneling back and back. I could lose myself to depression.

Un ejército prefiere un terreno elevado y evita un terreno bajo, aprecia la luz y detesta la oscuridad.

This past year I grew up to know hunger, grief, darkness, fear. I began to understand how lonely you can feel even when all you want is to be alone.

Is that some other creature with me, in the darkness?

Go away, he said. Go away. I wish you had never come here. I wish I had never heard of the Light and the Dark, and your damned old Merriman and his rhymes. If I had your golden harp now I would throw it in the sea. I am not a part of your stupid quest anymore, I don't care what happens to it. And Cafall was never a part of it either, or a part of your pretty pattern. He was my dog, and I loved him more than anything in the world, and now he is dead. Go away .

Bran said, Why should some of the Riders of the Dark be dressed all in white and the rest all in black? Without colour.... Will said reflectively. I don't know. Maybe because the Dark can only reach people at extremes-- blinded by their own shining ideas, or locked up in the darkness of their own heads.

Maybe because the Dark can only reach people at extremes; blinded by their own shining ideas, or locked up in the darkness of their own heads.

The Walker is abroad," he said again. "And this night will be bad, and tomorrow will be beyond imagining.

In the name of King Arthur, and of the old world before the dark came.

maybe because the dark can only reach people at the extremes-- those bound by their own shiny ideas or locked up in the darkness of their own heads.

A heartbeat later, the flashlight clicked off. Phoebe blinked in the darkness. "Zane?" "We're gonna have to do this by feel. Otherwise we'll be putting on a show." She thought about how flashlights in the tents created detailed shadows and blushed at the thought of entertaining the others.

This can't be legal," she whispered. He raised his head. "Why not?" "It feels too good." He chuckled. She heard the sound, felt the soft exhalation of cool air on her bare, damp breasts, but she couldn't see anything. Not him, not herself. It was strange, but in a good way. The darkness gave her courage. "Take your clothes off," she said, knowing that she would never have managed the words in the light. "Yes, ma'am.

Reason returned and she wanted to wince. Had she really begged him not to stop? "I, um, want to tell you--" She broke off, not sure what she wanted to say to him. She looked at his face, but the night was too dark for her to be able to see what he was thinking. Besides, how was she supposed to think when the man's hands were still down her pants?

If this is your path, as it is mine, let me offer whatever solace you may find in this monstrous benediction: May you discover the enlivening power of darkness within yourself. May it nourish your rage. May your rage inform your actions, and your actions transform you as you struggle to transform your world.