Quotes About Darkness

How convenient it is to declare that everything is totally ugly within the habit of the époque, rather than applying oneself to extract from it the dark and cryptic beauty, however faint and invisible it is.

Es hermosa y más que hermosa: es sorprendente. Lo negro en ella abunda; y es nocturno y profundo cuanto inspira. Sus ojos son de astros en que centellea vagamente el misterio, y su mirada ilumina como el relámpago: es una explosión en las tinieblas.

Car je cherche le vide, el le noir, el le nu!

Atatea juvaeruri sunt Uitate-n bezna si-n pamant, Dormind in veci necercetate; Atatea flori dau in zadar Parfumul lor subtil si rar In taina si-n singuratate.

Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique, Défilent lentement dans mon âme ; l'Espoir, Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique, Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.

Solo por fin! Ya no se oye más que el rodar de algunos coches rezagados y derrengados. Por unas horas hemos de poseer el silencio, si no el reposo. ¡Por fin desapareció la tiranía del rostro humano, y ya sólo por mí sufriré! ¡Por fin! Ya se me consiente descansar en un baño de tinieblas. Lo primero, doble vuelta al cerrojo. Me parece que esta vuelta de llave ha de aumentar mi soledad y fortalecer las barricadas que me separan actualmente del mundo.

Seek my heart no longer; the beasts have eaten it.

Many a jewel lies buried In darkness and oblivion, Far, far away from picks and drills;  Many a flower regretfully Exhales perfume soft as secrets In a profound solitude.

I love you as I love nocturnal skies . . . I love you as I love nocturnal skies, O grandiose reserve, O tear-filled vase.° Attractive one, midnight accessory, I love you more the more you run from me, the more mockingly you expand the breach between the big blue and my farthest reach. I rush you, climb you, outrage you as if I were a choir of worms, and you, a stiff. Implacable, cruel creature, I adore your chill—it makes you even lovelier.

Charles Baudelaire

Rather than implore a tear of the world, Alive, I'd invite the crows To bleed my tainted carcass.

Quando ho riaperto gli occhi pieni di fuoco,ho visto l'orrore del buco in cui vivo e,rientrato in me stesso, ho sentito il pungolo delle preoccupazioni; l'orologio a pendolo dai funebri accenti crudelmente suonava mezzogiorno, e il cielo riversava oscurità sul tristte mondo intirizzito

Quiénes son los infortunados a quien la tarde no calma, y toman, como los búhos, la llegada de la noche por señal de aquelarre?

que recuerda un eclipse solar, imitación momentánea del fin del mundo.

La noche voluptuosa sube, sosegándolo todo, hasta el hambre. Borrándolo todo, hasta la vergüenza…

I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do.

darkness falls upon Humanity and faces become terrible things that wanted more than there was. all our days are marked with unexpected affronts - some disastrous, others less so but the process is wearing and continuous. attrition rules. most give way leaving empty spaces where people should be. and now as we ready to self-destruct there is very little left to kill which makes the tragedy less and more much much more.

the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on

It was the first time i had been alone for five days. I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

No wonder Van Gogh blasted his head off. Crows and sunlight. Idle zero. Zero eating your guts like an animal inside, letting you shit and fuck and blink your eyes, but nothing, a nothing.

it is so dark now with the sadness of people they were tricked, they were taught to expect the ultimate when nothing is promised now young girls weep alone in small rooms old men angrily swing their canes at visions as ladies comb their hair as ants search for survival history surrounds us and our lives slink away in shame.