Quotes About Darkness

Her power had fed the prince of light, and she had taught him her darkest secrets.

The darkness was full of dancing specks of light, which I could see even when I closed my eyes.

Lahash flicked her a glance like a serpent's tongue, black and quick and wet in an otherwise dry countenance.

She saw his face properly for the first time. It wasn't cruel, but it wasn't kind either. It was dark and terrible and beautiful.

These lips had spoken words into the primal chaos of the world; they had sculpted sound into matter, darkness into light.

The man was tall, shrouded in a dark cloak, his face now hidden by a wide-brimmed hat, in which reposed a single magnificent blue feather.

How could healing be so dark? She felt only evil around her, nothing healthy at all. It was bleak and cold and cruel. Heartless. This, she reflected miserably, was almost a reflection of herself.

The sun needs the contrast of the night for its shine to have meaning.

Dwell in the darkness of thought and drink of the poison of life.

He couldn't imagine anyone less attractive than Leeth; her ugliness was on the inside, something damp and cold and dark.

In the darkness beyond life, pain would end.

The sky was dark, the moon occluded by clouds, yet they could see through the spectral twilight as if every rock and grain of sand exuded its own sick light.

What he saw in you made him afraid, for you were a dark mirror.

My rage scattered us. My rage at Valraven for always getting the better of me, for always meaning everything to everyone, for being the light that I could never be. That is the dark root of it. The rage fed on my terror of being a mere shadow to Valraven's sun. In denying this fear, I am still blind.

The darkness was electric, almost vigilant.

Sofia's freezing embrace filled him with a delicious terror. He was helpless in her arms. He could feel the tentacles of her greedy soul caressing his heart, a sensation so intoxicating he felt sure he would die in the terror of this dark ecstacy.

When he felt sexually excited, Casmeer found with some alarm, that he wanted to harm his characters, his self-children. He wanted to squeeze them, to make them bleed. This, he despised in himself, but then considered that as the stories were fictions, it was acceptable for him to exorcise his feelings through them. He did not have to judge himself for his lewd or wicked thoughts.

Magrast was like someone's version of hell; there was opulance and luxury, but a dark, rotten heart to it. So far, Khaster had only glimpsed the other Magrast, but he sensed it was there. The eyes of the whores, both male and female, who haunted the mazelike streets, oozed a knowledge that was not just sexual. Khaster perceived a veiled invitation: I can show things beyond your dreams or nightmares. Come to me, succumb. Learn. Then pay.

Here we are in darkness," Tayven said, "And for us, if we did not know better, this light would be all that existed. But we do know better. We know that outside the cave the world is bathed in light.

Creatures that feed upon blood are abhorred and feared by the majority of humans.

What if this led only to another, deeper level of the lightless lands?

I've been in the darkness. Whatever light you can offer me, I must take.

Pale, glowing blooms exuded a secret, aching perfume into the moist darkness and above the cracked and mossy stones of the garden, the moon swam, pregnant with light in a smooth, velvet sky, sequinned with stars.

As my journey progressed, all shreds of clarity left my mind, and it seemed a dark tunnel formed around me, with my unknown destination as a vague smoky light ahead.