Quotes About Darkness

Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.'—Groucho Marx." Bells

We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was black, and such a dense black that, after some minutes, my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.

'Darkest Before Dawn,' the short film, is basically the film of a man who faces the darkness when his back is against the wall and just about how miracles come in all forms, and even in your darkest times, it comes.

I love 'Black Mirror.'

I think what's so brilliant about 'Black Mirror' is that it is a mirror into our own messed-up psyches.

'Black Mirror' is definitely my favorite show.

The devil lies brooding in the miser's chest.

People always accuse me of making these dark, depressing movies. 'Why do you have to pick up on real issues? People are so exhausted and miserable.'

It's a mistake to think that Dexter is nice.

'Baltimore' the series is inspired by all kinds of things, from 'Moby Dick' to 'Dracula.'

We have a history in country music of writing about the darker side of things - maybe not as much in modern times, but there's a lot of cheating and self-deprecation. We sort it out in song, in country music, as a genre.

I don't have an end game. Being a celestial being, I live for the moment to fight the Great War, and that is to light the darkness.

I chose to go down a very dark place, and I can't change that, but those moments have served as an education for me.

Death is a monster; death is horrible.

I've always been scared of the dark and aliens and monsters and things like that.

Everybody loves monsters.

I do believe that there are monsters out there - and that they are monsters.

What came out of 'The LEGO Movie' was the idea of 'Batman's the Dark Knight', so why is he so moody? What's going on? Why is he so banged up? And wouldn't it be fun to get in there and explore that?

We love the juxtaposition of something saccharine with something morbid.

Moscow had this incredible, intense atmosphere of intrigue and darkness and secrecy.

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

And she did not weep for herself, but for him: the hour after his birth she had looked in his dark eyes and had seen something that would brood there eternally, she knew, unfathomable wells of remote and intangible loneliness: she knew that in her dark and sorrowful womb a stranger had come to life, fed by the lost communications of eternity, his own ghost, haunter of his own house, lonely to himself and to the world. O lost.

Spring lay strewn lightly like a fragrant gauzy scarf upon the earth; the night was a cool bowl of lilac darkness, filled with fresh orchard scents.

Get away from meeeee! Edgar -Frankiewinnie