Quotes About Darkness

Why is that?" Seth asked. Grandma thought about the question a moment before answering. "Because evil likes to hide.

I wait here in the darkness, not quite dead, not quite living, bleak and useless as a monument to a forgotten kingdom, awaiting the call to arms. I stand watch as the centuries turn to millennia, as the same cycles repeat, pretending that when I am called, I can help by adding to the carnage.

Don't worry," Sidekick assured him. "You won't see any mold. It'll be dark.

Honestly, for an evil god of darkness, he certainly can be dull.

A hero does not choose her trials. She steps into the darkness, then she faces what comes next.

He felt good lots of days. Trouble was, on the bad days, that was hard to remember. At those times, for some reason, he felt like he had always been in that darkness, and always would be.

Kaladin's anxiety began to subside, and he pushed through the worst of the darkness. He always emerged on the other side. Why was that so difficult to remember while in the middle of it?

I know how you feel. Dark, like there's never been light in the world. Like everything in you is a void, and you wish you could just feel something. Anything. Pain would at least tell you you're alive. Instead you feel nothing. And you wonder, how can a man breathe, but already be dead?

The Nelazan believed that there was beauty in darkness, and that the daylight was more profane. They saw the stars as the Thousand Eyes of Trell watching them. The sun was the single, jealous eye of Trell's brother, Nalt. Since Nalt only had one eye, he made it blaze brightly to outshine his brother. The Nelazan, however, were not impressed, and preferred to worship the quiet Trell, who watched over them even when Nalt obscured the sky.

You need someone to talk to, Noril, when the darkness is strong. Someone to remind you the world hasn't always been this way; that it won't always be this way.

It seems to me that now—suffering in the darkness that might just be the end of everything—is when we need knowledge the most.

Logically the bright side is the only side you can look on, because the other side is dark

Hush now, my dear one . . . be not afraid. Night comes upon us, but sunlight will break. Sleep now, my dear one . . . let your tears fade. Darkness surrounds us, but someday we'll wake. . . .

There are . . . times when one must accept the aid of darkness in order to contain a greater darkness.

So much evil, Nightblood said, like a woman tisking as she cleaned cobwebs from her ceiling.

I thought I'd gotten over feeling like I need to strangle members of this team. Turns out my desire to murder Cody in a violent, dehumanizing fashion had nothing to do with the darkness. It was completely natural.

And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and would come again, that the Dark lay heavy on the land and weighed down the hearts of men, and the green things failed, and hope died. - from Charal Drianaan te Calamon, The Cycle of the Dragon

Without the glowing fruit, the place was as black as the inside of a can of black paint that had also been painted black.

I'm going to kill him," Rand possionately, leaning in. "I'm going to end the Dark One. We will never have true peace so long as he is there, lurking. I'll rip open the prison, I'll enter it and I'll face him. I'll build a new prison if I have to, but first, I'm going to try to end all of this. Protect the Pattern, the Wheel, for good.

Seen like that, he was just a shadow; darkness, a nothingness, before real power. The men of this world, epics included, would pass from time. I might be a worm to him, but he was a worm himself in the grand scheme of the universe.

Well, when the fear of death seizes you – when the dark thoughts come – you stare the darkness right back, and you tell it, "I will not listen to you, for I am infinite Batmans.

He felt good lots of days. Trouble was, on the bad days, that was hard to remember. At those times, for some reason, he felt like he had always been in darkness, and always would be. Why was it so hard to remember? Did he have to keep slipping back down? Why couldn't he stay up here in the sunlight, where everyone else lived?

It was so hard to find warmth in the darkness. But when the night grew cold and the darkness came for you, that was when you needed to light a fire. And make your own light.

Everywhere I step, I find only corners," Father whispered. "Slowly, they trap me.