Quotes About Darkness

it seems to me that these worlds we touch upon can get so dark, anything we can do to lighten them must be a good thing, right?

Tout ce qui est horrible porte un versant magnifique

This, I know, is a rabbit hole down which only darkness lies, and yet, down it I must dive, into the parts of my own backbrain that not even I know exist...

What must it have been like to believe in something greater than oneself? To accept imperfection and look to a rising vision of all we could never be? It must have been comforting. It must have been frightening. It must have lifted people from the mundane, but also justified all sorts of evil. I often wonder if the bright benefit of belief outweighed the darkness its abuse could bring.

aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives.

He feels like Frodo at the gates of Mordor. Who would have guessed that Ohio could hold such dark portent?

I often wonder if the bright benefit of belief outweighed the darkness it's abuse could bring.

Yet this great plain numbness was not the worst place to be. Numbness was a mere purgatory of gray. No, there was a much worse place. Darkness masquerading as enlightenment. It was a place of royal blue studded with diamonds that glistened like stars.

Either someone with no conscience at all, or someone with a conscience so deep and sturdy that its center could still hold in the face of light extinguished.

Lief shook his head. "No grown-ups here. Only kids. Kids and monsters." "Monsters!" said Nick. "That's great. That's wonderful. I'm so glad I asked.

A month ago, Rowan would have denied that he could ever become such a monster, but now he wasn't so sure. The pressure to surrender was greater every day. He had to hope that if Volta had never truly surrendered to the darkness, then maybe he might stand a chance as well.

La gente no es completamente buena ni completamente mala. Nos pasamos la vida entrando y saliendo de la oscuridad y de la luz

It's time, Old Captain, lift anchor, sink! The land rots; we shall sail into the night; if now the sky and sea are black as ink our hearts, as you must know, are filled with light. Only when we drink poison are we well — we want, this fire so burns our brain tissue, to drown in the abyss — heaven or hell, who cares? Through the unknown, we'll find the new. (Le Voyage)

Each day we take another step to hell, Descending through the stench, unhorrified

For I desire the dark, the naked, and the lone.

Seek not my heart; the beasts have eaten it

I am the vampire at my own veins.

Listen, my dear-- with soft step the night hears.

the Devil's hand directs our every move the things we loathed become the things we love; day by day we drop through stinking shades quite undeterred on our descent to Hell.

Dans ce trou noir ou lumineux vit la vie, rêve la vie, souffre la vie.

Each day we're one step further into Hell, Content to move across the stinking pit.

Our mortal eyes, however bright, are only darkened melancholy mirrors.

As if, with beasts' eyes, angels led The way, I slip back to your bed, Quiet as a hooded light, Hushed by the shadows of the night. And then, my dark one, you shall soon Embrace the cold beams of the moon, Around a fresh grave, the chilling hiss Of serpent coiled shall be my kiss. When morning shows his livid face Your bed shall feel my empty place, As cold as death, till fall of night. Others take tenderness to wife: Dread gives away your youth and life To me, to be the bride of fright.

All dark, all bloody, my heart