Quotes About Darkness

The saddest day hath gleams of light The darkest wave hath bright foam beneath it The twinkles o'er the cloudiest night Some solitary star to cheer it.

Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.

Beware the power of the dark side.

He [Christ] came to bring peace, to be sure, but the peace that He came to bring must be built upon the complete destruction of the power of darkness.

Pure love is matchless in majesty; it has no parallel in power and there is no darkness it cannot dispel.

Power remains strong when it remains in the dark; exposed to the sunlight it begins to evaporate.

Love is a weapon of Light, and it has the power to eradicate all forms of darkness. That is the key. When we offer love even to our enemies, we destroy their darkness and hatred.

Sometimes the best lighting of all is a power failure.

The power to learn is present in everyone's soul, and the instrument with which each learns is like an eye that cannot be turned around from darkness to light without turning the whole body.

The cry, the dreadful cry! I know it--louder and nearer, Circling our Dun--the Ban-Shee!--my heart is frozen to hear her! Saw you not in the darkness a spectral glimmer of white Flitting away?--I saw it!--evil her message tonight.

Instantly, the black water enfolded him, cooled him to his heart, and declared, "There is no hope; there never was." The darkness was absolute, and full of the silence of a trapped scream.

Whatever flames upon the nightMan's own resinous heart has fed.

Who can distinguish darkness from the soul?

I shall find the dark grow luminous, the void fruitful when I understand I have nothing, that the ringers in the tower have appointed for the hymen of the soul a passing bell.

No voice divine the storm allayed, No light propitious shone;When, snatched from all effectual aid, We perished, each alone:But I beneath a rougher sea,And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The dark world seemed to lie stricken beneath the cold moon and the lidless stars.

They trickled down sunless corridors and burst capillaries until they were in the city's dark heart. A city within a city where the blood slowed and thickened and clotted in viscous smears of alizarin crimson dried to burnt sienna around the edges.

Were there darker provinces of night he would have found them. —CORMAC MCCARTHY, Child of God, 1973

It was a place if not hell then certainly the room across the hall from it.

As night deepened all he could see was the shifting line of fire, like some malfunction in the wiring of the world itself, as if the very night had combusted and was creeping incrementally toward him.

He feared that beyond the quilted gray satin of the undertaker's keep there was only a world of mystery that bypassed the comprehension of men and did not even take them into consideration. A world of utter darkness and the profoundest of silences.

Hunkered there in the darkness, he felt before himself a door, madness already raising the hand to knock.

The cornfield seemed darker toward its center. Light entered at the rows' end, ran like liquid down the middles, getting shallower and shallower. There seemed at the convergence of the rows some mass of shadows light could not defray.