Quotes About Darkness

Z?o jak ciemno??. Trwa wiecznie. A dobro to rozb?ysk, to nietrwa?e zwyci?stwo nad ciemno?ci?. Dobro jest ?miertelne.

There is no light for those who do not know darkness.

There is no light.. for those who do not know darkness.. Live on and endure the shadows, Takezo.. And brightness shall come your way.

It happened so quickly. One minute I was plucking the flower, and the next I was in his chariot immersed in darkness. I struggled to wrench myself free from his grasp and run away. I twisted as far as I could, hoping to see mother chasing after me. But ahead of me, behind me, on either side of me, everywhere I looked, all I could see was darkness.

Un enorme puño invisible sacudía el cielo. La camilla, las sillas, las repisas, los cascos de acero, los zapatos, la ropa, todo se destrozó, salió volando revuelto y con estruendo, para venir a caer al suelo encima de mí. De repente, un viento polvoroso me entró muy hondo por la nariz y me costó respirar. Al abrir los ojos de par en par, miré obviamente hacia la ventana. Afuera, todo se había oscurecido en un abrir y cerrar de ojos.

Zoroaster preached that the universe was divided between darkness and light, between good and evil, between truth and falsehood, between life and death. The universe split into these opposing camps at the moment of creation, they had been locked in struggle ever since, and the contest would endure to the end of time.

The bravest person I know is afraid of the dark. She sleeps with a night lamp always, but if her friends are threatened? She suddenly thinks she's a bear twelve feet tall and attacks whoever scared her friends.

The bravest person I know is afraid of the dark. She sleeps with a night lamp always, but if her friends are threatened? She suddenly thinks she's a bear twelve feet tall and attacks whoever scared her friends.

I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.

There was a time when I believed I was the redeemed one, the boy borne safely home on the ebb of whatever freak tide carried Peter and Jamie away. Not any more. In ways too dark and crucial to be called metaphorical, I never left that wood.

In ways too dark and crucial to be called metaphorical, I never left that wood.

A breath of sound across the landing, almost imperceptible, like a shadow moving against blackness; then nothing.

And then, too, I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.

Die Berge am Horizont sehen aus, als hätte jemand ein Taschenmesser genommen und glatte Bögen aus dem sternsatten Himmel geschnitten, so dass nur leere Schwärze zurückbleibt.

Daniel's voice brushed along my cheek like dark feathers, like a long night wind coming down from some far mountain. Take what you want and pay for it, says God.

the evening wasn't a cold one, but it was starting to get dark and there was a sharp-edged, fidgety breeze prowling the garden, with no plants or long grass to soften it, tugging at branches and jabbing its way into corners.

every flash of moonlight off a leaf looked like bared white teeth, the tree over the car looked dense with shadow-things hanging ready to drop. Every sound had me leaping around, but there was never anything to see.

The moment I said Broken Harbor to O'Kelly, every faded scar in my mind had lit up like a beacon. I had walked the glittering lines of those scars, obedient as a farm animal, from that moment straight to this one. I had moved through this case shining like Conor Brennan had shone on that dark road, a blazing signal for predators and scavengers far and wide.

The wych elm's whole crown was gone, only the trunk left, thick stubs of branches poking out obscenely. It should have looked pathetic, but instead it had a new, condensed force: some great malformed creature, musclebound and nameless, huddled in the darkness waiting for a sign.

At the dark heart of the horror was the knowledge that it was inescapable. The thing I couldn't bear wasn't burglars or blows to the head, wasn't anything I could beat or evade or set up defenses against; it was myself, whatever that had become.

Murder is nature. Hadn't you noticed that? People maiming each other, raping each other, killing each other, doing all the stuff that animals do: that's nature in action. Nature is the devil I'm fighting, chum. Nature is my worst enemy. If it isn't yours, then you're in the wrong fucking gig.

i try not to think of myself as a person but a metal object, built suddenly by machines in complete darkness something impossible to hurt with a shovel

Pessimism? Or Robotics? i am able to sit through an extremely funny movie without making a noise or changing my facial expression i am incapable of laughing without trying to laugh i am never interested in anyone unless they first show interest in me i try not to think of myself as a person but a metal object, built suddenly by machines in complete darkness something impossible to hurt with a shovel

Yet by running from what we fear, we feed the inner darkness.