Quotes About Darkness

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

There is not enough darkness in all the world to put out the light of even one small candle.

In the war upon the powers of darkness, prayer is the primary and mightiest weapon, both in aggressive war upon them and their works; in the deliverance of men from their power; and against them as a hierarchy of powers opposed to Christ and His Church.

Ships that pass in the night.

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

Watchman, what of the night?

True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.

Twilight and evening bell And after that the dark.

Sleep - kinsman thou to death and trance and madness.

Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering — this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutory day-time advice for everyone. But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work — in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

For in the nocturnal realm of sleep are to be found both the light and the darkness of humanity, its honey and its poison, its greatness and its vulnerability.

Nikako ne može da se sabere. Prisje?a se da je htio nekog da bije; htio je nekog da upita što je ovo s njim, ali bilo se naobla?ilo, i kasna no?; i nikog nije bilo, ni koga da pita, ni s kim da se bije.

ja nalazim da je u pasjem zavijanju daleko manje zlo?e i okorelosti srca nego u pevanju ovih ljudi kad su pijani ili prosto poneseni svojim besom.

Most je izgledao beskrajan i nestvaran, jer mu se krajevi gube u mlecnoj magli a stubovi pri dnu tonu u tami.

Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.

They were shadows in the dark, cocooned in its secrets, bathed in its silence, enspelled by each other.

As Eve strode down the bright white corridor of the dead, Peabody hustled beside her. Man, this place is always a little spooky, but this is beyond. You know how you half expect one of these bags to sit up and grab at you? No. Wait out here. If one of them makes a run for it, give me a call. I don't think that's particularly funny. And watching the still black bags warily, Peabody took her post at the door.

Some people just like to kill. Sometimes it's not any more complicated than that." "It should be," Peabody replied

Monsters never die.

The world can be so dark. It's foolish to deny it, and the Irish know the dark better than some in any case. It reminds us to hold on to the light, every minute we can, and to prize it.

They both knew evil not only existed, it flourished and grew fat, and it reveled in its pursuit of the weak and the innocent.

Batman, kid. Even you've heard of Batman." "Yeah, yeah, vigilante with psychotic tendencies who dresses up in a weird bat costume. Rich playboy by day, right?

Yet what happened in fact? In the middle of the night John woke up and saw me sleeping beside him with no doubt a look of peace on my face, even of bliss, bliss is not unattainable in this world. He saw me—saw me as I was at that moment—took fright, hurriedly strapped the armour back over his heart, this time with chains and a double padlock, and stole out into the darkness.