Quotes About Darkness

I know that traditionally, monsters hang around empty places for no apparent reason—and

The night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee…

It is in the ruins of this darkness that we absolve the ones who love us badly.

I am my enemy Mowing me over, And towing the light away.

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.

Once upon a time," he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.

The world is dark, and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story.

I believe that there is truth to be found inside every person, but that very few people find it because it is dark inside, and deeply hidden, and the trees grow thickly.

I'd fallen asleep so soundly it felt like I'd dropped into a black hole. Now I had to crawl back out, feeling my way like some underground creature startled by the light.

To light a candle is to cast a shadow

Standing in the dusk watching the great yellow eye of the tram light rushing towards her, she understood why some words were worth binding in leather and handing on. In the darkest hour, all the other humans who'd known dark hours were there with you. They'd been to the dark places before you, and they were with you now.

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She was always puzzled that people say that darkness falls. To her it seemed instead to rise, massing under trees an shrubs, pouring out from under furniture, only reaching the sky when the spaces near the ground were full.

Manquer de lumière est autre chose que d'éteindre celle que l'on possède.

La nostra stella è unica, eppure è doppia. Sappiate distinguere la sua impronta reale dalla sua immagine, e noterete ch'essa brilla con più intensità alla luce del giorno che nelle tenebre della notte.

The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume.

My reason for preferring the darkness is that in the dark you have to describe yourself. In the daylight other people describe you. Do you understand that?

The sun is nice but it lights things up so much that you can't see very far... The night time is better. It stretches your soul to the stars.

I was nineteen at the time, prowling the streets and alleys with my usual supply of hot dogs, the street lights with their foggy haloes showing dark, formless shapes moving out from the darkness of the fog and disappearing again.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

The future is dark, the present burdensome. Only the past, dead and buried, bears contemplation.

I am the Dark One, – the Widower, – the Unconsoled The Aquitaine Prince whose Tower is destroyed: My only star is dead,- and my constellated lute Bears the black Sun of Melancholia.

Je suis le ténébreux, — le veuf, — l'inconsolé, Le prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie : Ma seule étoile est morte, — et mon luth constellé Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie." "I am the Dark One, – the Widower, – the Unconsoled The Aquitaine Prince whose Tower is destroyed: My only star is dead,- and my constellated lute Bears the black Sun of Melancholia.

We're illuminated by a larger, unknown light We are manifestations on its surface We look at one another Enormities of darkness What is it then that exists? Neither can informed unknowing exist Nor can any gnostic darkness or light I see the angel of light Hear the voice Blinded Again and again this returns Even at the bottom of light