Quotes About Darkness

Nice work, bone daddy.

She had a fleeting sense of his God out there somewhere, like the sea itself, invisible and dangerous, a vastness wrapped in darkness, just a long fall away.

Real prayer is a disappearance, a surrender to the embrace of deepening mystery, in darkness. In that darkness, finally, God alone is. And God is infinite surprise.

Level 4," Lachance said. "Lingerie, footwear, monsters, and beasties.

A Je'daii needs darkness and light, shadow and illumination, because without the two there can be no balance. Veer to Bogan, and Ashla feels too constraining, too pure; edge toward Ashla, and Bogan becomes a monstrous myth. A Je'daii without balance between both is no Je'daii at all. He, or she, is simply lost.

Psychology—that was one thing I knew. You don't try to scare people in broad daylight. You wait. Because the darkness squeezes you inside yourself, you get cut off from the outside world, the imagination takes over. That's basic psychology. I'd pulled enough night guard to know how the fear factor gets multiplied as you sit there hour after hour, nobody to talk to, nothing to do but stare into the big black hole at the center of your own sorry soul

I knew that most of what is frightening and much of what is evil happens by the light of day. No need for darkness. Caesar, after all, had been murdered in the presence of a hundred people and more - some time between high noon and five o'clock. Right in these waters off the coast of Maine the most terrifying sharks are the ones we see in the radiance of fear. The real ones - darkened below us - do no harm until they rise towards the light. If only, I began to wish, it would get dark.

An hour later, Thomas, Keith, and Alan went outside. "In front of us was an almost terrible shape, an intensely dark shape like a black thundercloud," Thomas recalls. "This was totally mind-chilling.…

We fear that which we cannot see.

We fear which we cannot see

Oh twilight And everlasting darkness Come to me Come and have a drink And once you do, your life will fade The flowers will bloom Along the road to hell Where are the fish Let me paint them black Cut them into eight And cook them well Atop a flame of black And then enjoy the meal All that's left Are bones of white Make them a gravestone And pay respect May you never be Reborn again So that you won't Be sacrificed as food

Light a fire to the fang that cannot be reached So that I do not have to see that star So that I do not slit this throat

Because of your heart, you hate. Because of your heart, you have a dark side. Because of your heart, steal. Because of your heart, you get angry. Because of your heart, you scorn others. Because of your heart, you feel rage. Because of your heart, I want you all to myself.

I was from Kusajishi, the 79th district of Rukongai. The only color I remember was blood. The people around me were more beast than human. Being a baby, I could have easily been stomped to death. But then you came. Zaraki of North Rukongai, district 80. You came from the depths of that dark abyss…and hacked apart my blood soaked world. Instantly. And you gave me a name. If you hadn't shown up…I wouldn't be here now.

Gaisma ir p?r?k s?p?ga t?dam, kas v?las palikt tums?.

Only evil of my shadow is my enemy,well die of darkness of life!

midnight kill. "Next, we have to see

As the circle of light increases, so does its circumference of darkness. —Albert Einstein

Being a really evil bastard isn't just a job, it's a vocation!

AS THE AFTERNOON PROGRESSES, our shadows grow longer. At night, in the dark, we become our shadows.

If the earth needs night as well as day, wouldn't it follow that the soul requires endarkenment to balance enlightenment?

Though February lay about her shoulders like a cloak of lead.

the sixties constituted a breakthrough, a fleeting moment of glory, a time when a significant little chunk of humanity briefly realized its moral potential and flirted with its neurological destiny, a collective spiritual awakening that flared brilliantly until the barbaric and mediocre impulses of the species drew tight once more the curtains of darkness.

There was a marvelous, dark lyricism in his voice, the kind of defiance that is rooted in deep loneliness.