Quotes About Darkness

But it's often the case that our most intimate enemies are rooted in our own darkness.

But this time of the year she was in her vaults, underground, and here she resided alone, spending most of her life in darkness, like a tongue

There's no light, no up or down, no possibility of movement, no anything. There's nothing, forever, with no way out. I felt such terror.

In torment, there was release. In the darkness, there was light. In solitude, there were companions.

In these dark rooms I pass such listless days, I wander up and down looking for the windows - when a window opens there will be some relief. But there are no windows, or at least I cannot find them. And perhaps it's just as well. Perhaps the light would prove another torment. Who knows what new things it would reveal? (The Windows)

Darkness may cover light, but that is not the same thing as putting it out. Whereas, to overcome darkness, all light need do is to exist.

The velvet darkness of his face

Worry in the dark can make it even darker.

Whenever our ethnic or national prejudices are aroused, in times of scarcity, during challenges to national self-esteem or nerve, when we agonize about our diminished cosmic place and purpose, or when fanaticism is bubbling up around us—then, habits of thought familiar from ages past reach for the controls. The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir.

The trapdoor beneath our feet swings open. We find ourselves in bottomless free fall. We are lost in a great darkness, and there's no one to send out a search party. Given so harsh a reality, of course we're tempted to shut our eyes and pretend that we're safe and snug at home, that the fall is only a bad dream.

Assim como as crianças tremem e têm medo de tudo na escuridão cega, também nós, à claridade da luz, às vezes tememos o que não deveria inspirar mais temor do que as coisas que aterrorizam as crianças no escuro... Lucrécio, Sobre a natureza das coisas (cerca de 60 a.C.)

The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir.

Pokochali?my gwiazdy tak czule, ?e nie musimy l?ka? si? nocy.

We humans might have evolved too far. The price for being intelligent enough to be the first species to be fully aware of the cosmos might just be a capacity to feel a whole universe's worth of darkness.

And then the searchlight which had been turned on the world was turned off again, and never for one moment since has there been any light that's stronger than this-kitchen-candle...

I'll rise - but I won't shine.

She pulls upright, wiping her face 'But that's another one of those clichés I don't get. The light. I feel it sometimes. It makes sense that you have to beat back the darkness, but I just don't understand why there's darkness in the first place. Sometimes I feel like the world has fractured into a million pieces and they're closing in on me, and I have to push each piece back with my hands and my feet and my head to keep it from squeezing me to death.

He laughed in maddened frenzy, knowing somehow that he was no longer in a world of living creatures, but a world of death where soulless beings wandered in hopeless search of escape from their eternal prison. He stumbled on amidst them, laughing, talking, even singing gaily, his mind no longer a part of his mortal being. All about him, the creatures of the dark world followed in cringing companionship, knowing that the maddened mortal was almost one of them.

Believe me, Kinson, the potensial for evil lodges deep in every man, myself included. We restrain it better, keep it buried deeper, but it lives within us.

His wishes surfaced like ghosts and fled into the night.

Dar gândurile lui erau sec?tuite È™i sumbre È™i, în t?cerea ce le urm?, se pomeni fa??-n fa?? cu spectrul rânjit al propriei disper?ri.

Black Will, Shagbag.

But this was no ordinary chicken. This chicken was evil manifest.

Faith and feelings are the warm marrow of evil. Unlike reason, faith and feelings provide no boundary to limit any delusion, any whim. They are virulent poison, giving the numbing illusion of moral sanction to every depravity ever hatched. Faith and feelings are the darkness to reason's light. Reason is the very substance of truth itself. The glory that is life is wholly embraced through reason. In rejecting it, in rejecting reason, one embraces death.