Quotes About Darkness

Black Magick is the process of self-transformation through an antinomian initiatory structure, Black meaning the hidden wisdom, power of darkness, dreams and staging the reality you wish and Magick being the process to ascend, become immortal in spirit.

Ä°nsan?n doÄŸuÅŸunu görmekten herkes kaçar, ama ölümünü görmeÄŸe hep koÅŸa koÅŸa gideriz. Ä°nsan? öldürmek için gün ?????nda geniÅŸ meydanlar arar?z, ama onu yaratmak için karanl?k köÅŸelere gizleniriz. Ä°nsan? yaparken gizlenip utanmak bir ödev, onu öldürmesini bilmekse birçok erdemleri içine alan bir ÅŸereftir.

Ne garip ... insan? öldürmek için gün ?????nda geniÅŸ meydanlar arar?z ama onu yaratmak için karanl?k köÅŸelere gizleniriz. Åžu insan ne korkunç bir hayvan ki kendi zevklerini ba??n?n belas? say?yor. Bizi yaratan iÅŸi hayvanl?k saymaktan daha büyük hayvanl?k m? olur?

This is a street where the weaker souls crawl into bed as soon as the sun sets and lie awake listening to the rats.

Uh-huh.' 'And even inside this car, assuming you could have a car, or some sort of vehicle, in this natural world, pulled by horses I suppose . . . It would be pitch black. And very cold, too, on a winter's night. But instead, look what we've got

His greatest fear, as he dissolved into the dark, was that he would never see other humans the same way again.

After Sade, violence, life and death, desire, and sexuality will extend, below the level of representation, an immense expanse of darkness, which we are now attempting to recover...in our discourse, in our freedom, in our thought.

On peut presque tout faire sans lumière sauf écrire. Ecrire demande des lueurs. Vivre se suffit d'ombre, lire exige la clarté. Fast alles kann man ohne Licht tun, außer Schreiben. Zum Schreiben ist Licht nötig. Zum Leben genügt Dunkelheit; Lesen braucht Helligkeit.

Mr. Gabriel is clearly insane, evil and dangerous and insane (and let's not forget, you know, a demon).

He walked into the shadows of his rooms; walked into the darkness that no light penetrated. And there, under a halo of gentle red, she waited for him. In silence he stood, while the time drifted by. Days passed thus, stretching out. What of it? He had time. They had time. He touched her hand; it did not move. Very gently he lifted her body, cradling it in his dark arms. Is this what you feel, Sara? Is this what you feel when you cry?

If there were no darkness, no Dark Heart, we—none of us—would exist. Try to see this when you walk in darkness. Try to forgive it, though you walk with light.

Unfortunately, with the collapse of classical civilization, these philosophical discussions and debates were lost. The concept that there could be a paradigm explaining the universe was forgotten for almost a thousand years. Darkness spread over the Western world, and scientific inquiry was largely replaced by belief in superstition, magic, and sorcery.

I was a ruthless bastard with a twisted mind who could look on death and find it pleasant. I could break an arm or smash in a face because it was easier that way than asking questions. I could out-fox the fox with a line of reasoning that laughed at the truth because I was the worst of the lot and never did deserve to live. That's what that damned judge thought anyway.

En este mundo, si los cabrones volaran, nublarían el sol.

And there's a darker side to Peckham, too, once you get in deep: a side I like a lot more, because I identify with the past and prefer even worm-eaten wood to wipe-clean plastic.

You pronounced your words as if you don't acknowledge the shadows, or the evil either. Would you be so kind as to give a little thought to the question of what your good would be doing if evil did not exist, and how the earth would look if the shadows were to disappear from it?

Once more and for the last time, the moon flashed above and broke into pieces, and then everything went black.

The darkness that had come in from the Mediterranean covered the city so detested by the procurator...

This was at dusk, in mid-October. And she left. I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep without turning on the light. I was awakened by the feeling that the octopus was there. Groping in the dark, I barely managed to turn on the light. My pocket watch showed two o'clock in the morning. I was falling ill when I went to bed, and I woke up sick. It suddenly seemed to me that the autumn darkness would push through the glass and pour into the room, and I would drown in it as in ink.

Think, now: where would your good be if there were no evil and what would the world look like without shadow?

Zreszt? trudno mie? mi to za z?e, przecie? nie co dzie? cz?owiek spotyka si? z si?? nieczyst?! -Tego jeszcze brakowa?o – przytakn?? Azazello. - Gdyby si? spotyka? co dzie?, to by by?o za dobrze!

Kindly consider the question: what would your good do if evil did not exist, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it?

Miserable, I paced up and down the twilit study. When I came up to the lamp I caught sight of the reflection of my pale face and of the light of the lamp in the window set against the boundless darkness of the fields. 'I'm like Dmitry the Pretender—nothing but a sham,' I thought stupidly and sat down at the table again.

No,' I reflected, 'I will fight against this Egyptian darkness for as long as fate keeps me here in the wilderness. Granulated sugar Ã¢â'¬Â¦ ye gods!