Quotes About Darkness

Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe, After night I do crowd, And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain.

Eternity is before me like a dark lamp.

hello there, the angel from my nightmare. the shadow in the backgroung of the mourge. the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. we could live like jack and sally if we want.

This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders catching things and eating their insides Like indecision to call you And hear your voice of treason Will you come home and stop this pain tonight stop this pain tonight

Now Early realized that a light had gone out, and

Memory is like riding a trail at night with a lighted torch. The torch casts its light only so far, and beyond that is darkness. —Ancient Lakota saying

Ceaselessly, evil battles with good, right clashes with wrong, darkness comes against the light, and the counterfeit struggles to supplant the real.

In darkness there is death.

We put some dark in, only so our light will show. You have to have dark in order to show light.

That's the hopefulness of Les Miserables some cynics have ignored, the idea that the individual can rise above the cultural darkness and make a difference.

Vzduch venku byl kapalného skupenství. ÄŒerná, antracitová voda, vybízející k tomu, aby jí ?lovÄ›k položil ruku na hÃ…â"¢bet a pohladil ji.

Whenever you see darkness, there is extraordinary opportunity for the light to burn brighter.

The reason I'm attracted to the light of Scripture is because there's another side of me that is dark. The reason I am interested in men of peace is because I'm not like them and would like to be. I'm not someone in real life who turns the other cheek.

Religion and religious hatred are one of the best ways for thickening darkness. - Book of Consolation, 5.9

The pain and suffering of this world are only the images of gloom, and they are only real in the moment when the spark identifies itself with the shell of darkness. - Book of Consolation, 8.15

What a shot! Now tell me Zurov wastes his time making holes in five-kopeck pieces! From forty paces straight into the back of the head, and you have to take the poor light into account.

Matt opened the door, forcing sunlight into a place bathed in darkness. The men—there was only one woman here right now and she'd hit you if you called her a lady—blinked like bats who'd had a flashlight shined on them. There was no jukebox playing, no music at all. The conversations were kept as low as the lights. Mel

It was dark out. Ray debated whether he should just head home and go to bed or hit a bar so seedy it was called Tetanus. Tough call when you have so many options. He

I mean, what do you do, when you find that things are not what you were taught they're supposed to be? What do you do with the desperation that boils up from your stomach when you know there's a road out there with your destination at the end of it, but it's too damned dark to even find the road? You turn and turn and turn around like a dog trying to escape. Shrieks in the cavity of your head that so urgently needs to be filled with facts and challenges.

At core, no matter how kindly may be your thoughts of the human race, there are times when all you want to do is crumple it up and either set fire to it, or use it to pad the floor of a bird cage. Big bird cage. Really big bird.

First there was light, and then there was no-light. First there was heat, and then there was no-heat. And - First there was love, and then there was no-love. But in its place did not come the absence of love, the emptiness that the going of light and heat had left. Another moved in to take its place. In its place came hate.

We had reached the moment of final nightness.

He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.

seeking comfort through continuity, as grand voices somehow hold off the permanent darkness that gathers though it does not fall.