Quotes About Darkness

She is no longer sure that people are always improved by what they read. Furthermore, she is not sure that writers who venture into the darker territories of the soul always return unscathed.

Fate deals you a hand, and you play the hand you are dealt. You do not whine, you do not complain. That, he used to believe, was his philosophy. Why then can he not resist these plunges into darkness?

por qué precisamente su hijo, mientras los otros noventa y nueve siguen incólumes, jugando y disfrutando? Le parece monstruoso que la oscuridad haya engullido a David, que no haya indignación, ni clamor, que nadie se arranque los cabellos ni rechine los dientes, que el mundo siga girando sobre su eje como si nada hubiera ocurrido.

Lo de la vida nueva es mentira, hijo, la mentira más grande de todas. No hay otra vida que esta. Esta es la única que existe. En cuanto les dejas que te corten la cabeza, todo se acaba. Ya no hay más que oscuridad, oscuridad y más oscuridad.

I tell myself I talk to Friday to educate him out of darkness and silence. But is that the truth? There are times when benevolence deserts me and I use the words only as the shortest way to subject him to my will. At such times I understand why Cruso preferred not to disturb his muteness. I understand, that is to say, why a man will choose to be a slaveowner. Do you think less of me for this confession?

Las que no son números. Las que son números brillan. Las oscuras quieren ser números pero no pueden. Andan como hormigas por todo el cielo, pero no podemos verlas porque son oscuras. ¿Puedo ir ahora?

La nuit, tout sent bon, disait Mondo. C'est parce qu'on ne voit pas, disait Thi Chin. on sent mieux, et on entend mieux quand on ne voit pas.

As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me... I'm going to, trahyner. Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his glove and grabbed on good and hard. V's energy, that beautiful, white light, poured down Butch's arm and ripped through him in a blast, cleansing, renewing. United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

Although she was ashamed to admit it now, the darkness in him had been the largest part of his allure. It was such an anomaly, a contrast to what she'd known from life. It had made him dangerous. Exciting. Sexy. But that was a fantasy. This was real. He suffered. And there was nothing sexy or thrilling about that. (Zsadists & Bella)

Phury Syndrome—a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him.

Hey V said into the darkness. Hey V went forward, rounding the foot of the bed, using the wall to navigate. Lowering his ass onto the mattress, he sat beside his best friend.

For no good reason, he thought of Xhex. Xhex was a thunderstorm made up of hues of black and iron gray, power leashed but no less lethal for its control. Cormia was a sunny day cast in rainbow of brightness. He put his hand over his heart and bowed to her, then left. As he started up for his room, he wondered whether he liked the storm or the sunshine better.

What... are you? she choked out. No sunlight. Funky choppers. he inhaled raggedly. Take a guess.

Vampire porn does not go out of style.

Rhage burning deep inside Uncontrollable Phury, unable to hide Trust me and I'll let my Wrath begin This Tohrment building up within My Vischous attitude will shine through .........I'll let my Tehrror free on you -my own zsadist quote from the black dagger brotherhood that i found online

From across the dark bedroom, Lassiter stood in the corner next to the highboy, feeling like crap while Tohr whispered to the dress. Scrubbing his face, he wondered why … why in the hell, of all the ways he could have gotten free of the In Between, did it have to be this one. The shit was starting to get to him.

I feel like I am wlaking down into a porn movie V mutteres as they took the steps with care. Wouldn't that require more black candles for you, Zsadist cracked.....

We don't have to talk about Zsadist. That's okay. He's the most interesting part of me.

Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here—less hi-how're-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-be-used-to-make-a-super-hero-cape-for-one-of-Hannibal-Lecter's-patients.

I was living with this sense that there was something going on, something important, but I didn't know what it was. It was like...I knew the secret was there, and it was a dark one, but I just couldn't reach it. Nearly drove me mad.

Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past… And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary—and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.

V tired to imagine giving up his proclivities. My monster needs to get out. Especially now.

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world.

I don't bite," Saxton whispered darkly. "Unless you ask." Blay