Quotes About Darkness

Sobre la huerta y el patio las torres de Balvanera y aquella muerte casual en una esquina cualquiera. No veo los rasgos. Veo, bajo el farol amarillo, el choque de hombres o sombras y esa víbora, el cuchillo

You come out; it is still dark. The door creaks, or perhaps you sneeze, or the snow crunches under your foot, and hares start up from the far cabbage patch and leap away, leaving the snow criss-crossed with tracks. In the distance dogs begin to howl and it takes a long time before the quieten down. The cocks have finished their crowing and have nothing left to say. Then dawn breaks.

Don't be upset. Don't listen to me. I only meant that I am jealous of a dark, unconscious element, something irrational, unfathomable. I am jealous of your toilet articles, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the germs in the air you breathe which could get into your blood and poison you.

Le plus clair de mon temps, dit Colin, je le passe à l'obscurcir. - Pourquoi? demanda plus bas le directeur. - Parce que la lumière me gène, dit Colin.

The Vly, the Vly is dark inside, Where strange and fearsome things may hide Heed my warning, hear the cry— Don't go nigh the Vly, the Vly." "But

What's this bit in Chinese that keeps popping up?" he said. "XuÄ• Lóng?" "It's the codename for the operation." "What does it mean?" "XuÄ• Lóng is a mythical Chinese creature said to bring darkness, cold, and death." "What's the translation?" "In English, it would be called a snow dragon.

Il est impossible d'apprécier la lumière sans connaître les ténèbres. It is impossible to appreciate the light without knowing the darkness.

Evil arrives faster than it departs.

It is impossible to properly appreciate the light without knowing the darkness.)

is impossible to appreciate the light without knowing the darkness.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!

With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?

Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.

There, on our favourite seat, the silver light of the moon struck a half-reclining figure, snowy white... something dark stood behind the seat where the white figure shone, and bent over it. What it was, whether man or beast, I could not tell.

i am Dracula;and i bid you welcome,Mr. Harker,to my house.

As he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivory. One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger's Lenore. Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)

Alone with the dead, I dare not go out!

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make! Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to him, he added, Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter.

Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.

Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.

And then as we looked the white figure moved forwards again. It was now near enough for us to see clearly, and the moonlight still held. My own heart grew cold as ice, and I could hear the gasp of Arthur, as we recognized the features of Lucy Westenra. Lucy Westenra, but yet how changed. The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without a chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door

At that moment the remnant of my love passed into hate and loathing; had she then to be killed, I could have done it with savage delight.