Quotes About Darkness

each chime pecking a pinhole in the sheeted dark until the last layers shred completely and the light pours in and in.

She died that evening and left me, in Louise fashion, sitting in ten kinds of dark.

Gradually, the darkness sculpted itself into air and object, the appointments of her room materializing as smoky shapes: a skyline of perfume bottles on her dresser...

Ä°nsan?n doÄŸuÅŸunu görmekten herkes kaçar ama ölümünü görmeye hep koÅŸa koÅŸa gideriz. Ä°nsan? öldürmek için gün ?????nda, geniÅŸ meydanlar arar?z ama onu yaratmak için karanl?k köÅŸelere gizleniriz.

Baz?lar? der ki iyinin a??r?s? olmaz çünkü a??r? oldu mu zaten iyi deÄŸil demektir. Ä°nsan?n gözü karanl?kta da iyi görmez fazla ???kta da.

It was as if vampirism carried with it a crampless case of rattlesnake PMS.

It's a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world.

He did not know then what he learned later: God works in silence, God works in a darkness in which we think he has abandoned us, that he is no longer there. Back then he thought only of his misery and discouragement which, he was convinced, came from not being able to continue the pursuit of knighthood.

Dopo un po' chiuse gli occhi e stava quasi per precipitare nelle oscurità del sonno, quando lui disse: «Nulla è reale, eccetto i sogni e l'amore.»

To fight evil, you have to understand the dark.

Chance Duv knows! She spoke lightly. Folk have always told me that the night is full of all manner of evil. Ay, even so, Bevan said heavily, but it is the same evil that is in the day—evil of men. Look there!

La noche de la ciudad no tenía el brillo de la luna o de las estrellas; solo algunos retazos de luz amarillenta procedente de los escaparates se reflejaban en el pavimento, tornando la oscuridad todavía más negra.

He demanded, grimly, "Enough?" I opened my mouth to say yes, to say please. "No," I whispered, horribly afraid now. I could feel the faint quicksilver trace of the shadows still inside me. If we stopped now, they would curl up deep, hiding in my veins and my belly. They would take root and grow and grow and grow, until they strangled all the rest of me.

There's something worse than monsters in that place: something that makes monsters.

Night from a railroad car window is a great, dark, soft thing Broken across with slashes of light.

If the mind is to emerge unscathed from this relentless struggle with the unforeseen, two qualities are indispensable: first, an intellect that, even in the darkest hour, retains some glimmerings of the inner light which leads to truth; and second, the courage to follow this faint light wherever it may lead.

The darkness is necessary, the darkness of faith is necessary, for God's light is too great. It wounds. I understand more and more that faith is not a mysterious and cruel trick of a God who hides himself without telling me why, but a necessary veil. My discovery of him takes place gradually, respecting the growth of divine life in me.

I have never found a better metaphor for my relationship with the Eternal: a point lost in infinite space, wrapped round by the night under the subdued light of the stars. I am this point lost in space: the darkness, like an irreplaceable friend, is faith. The stars, Gods witness.

I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.

May I offer you something? A small glass of cyanide?

Me sentí rodeado de millones de páginas abandonadas, de universos y almas sin dueño, que se hundían en un océano de oscuridad mientras el mundo que palpitaba fuera de aquellos muros perdía la memoria sin darse cuenta día tras día, sintiéndose más sabio cuanto más olvidaba.

und in der schwärzesten Nacht meines Lebens sah ich Sterne.

Hay cosas que sólo pueden verse entre tinieblas

Go to hell, I whispered. The night darker than ever, leaned in against the window panes.