Quotes About Darkness

Then she went to Damon. He was still lying where he had fallen. The ghosts had passed over him, taking no notice of him. Elena's brightness hovered over him, one shining hand reaching to touch his hair. Then she bent and kissed the dark head on the ground.

I don't know; Killers are sort of romantic. Imagine your dying with his hands around his throat. He'd strangle the life out of you, and the last thing you would see would be his face."

Like a revolving door to hell.

He was evil. Cruel, capricious, and dangerous as a cobra. A prince of darkness. Completely evil, and completely in love with her.

For a moment he wondered, again, if he should just give it all up. Perhaps he should go back to Italy, back to his hiding place. What made him think that he could rejoin the world of daylight? But he was tired of living in shadows. He was tired of the darkness, and of the things that lived in it. Most of all, he was tired of being alone.

I can awaken things inside you that have been sleeping all your life. You're strong enough to live in the dark, to glory in it. You can become a queen of the shadows. Why not take that power, Elena? Let me help you take it.

Yes she met with a slight accident involving a stake." Ash said "funny how that happens sometimes...

It means she chose light over darkness. I want people to know that so they'll always remember. I always will. Bonnie McCullough

All her violence had drained away, replaced by a fear older and deeper than anything she'd ever experienced. An old, old recognition. Something inside her knew him from a time when girls took skin bags to the river to get water, a time when panthers walked in the darkness outside mud huts. From a time before electric lights, before candles, when darkness was fended off with stone lamps. When darkness was the greatest danger of all.

I can't see anything" he said in a muffled voice, hand over his eyes. "I'm blind.

Perhaps she'll find that real darkness is more to her taste than feeble twilight.

You're a witch, she reminded herself. You should love cemeteries. They're probably your natural habitat.

She had the feeling that she would be different from now on, that she could never go back and be the same person she had been. So who am I now? Somebody fierce, I think. Somebody who'd enjoy running through the darkness, underneath stars bright as miniature suns, and maybe even hunt deer. Somebody who can laugh and death

Stefan's love bathed her, shone through her, lighting every dark place in her soul like the sun. She trembled with pleasure, with love, and with longing.

We who are so lucky as to be born into the light - who see it every day and never think about it, we're blessed. We could have been born shadow souls who live and die in crimson darkness, never even knowing that somewhere there is something better.

Stefan leaned against the window, his forehead pressed to its coolness. His tutor had had another saying: Evil will never find peace. It may triumph, but it will never find peace . ???? ?? ??? ?????? ????. ?? ?????? ???? ?? ??? ?????? ????.

Por qué había tenido que venir a Fell's Church? Había esperado hallar la paz aquí, pero eso era imposible. Jamás le aceptarían, jamás descansaría. Porque era malvado. No podía cambiar lo que era.

I may just have to make you my Queen of Shadows

Non c'è nulla di spaventoso nel buio se hai il coraggio di affrontarlo.

Grandma, please don't go. I'm frightened., Grandma. I need you!" "…never be afraid, Cassie. There's nothing frightening in the dark if you just face it…

love was not a tame or passive creature, but a rebellious beast, messy and unpredictable, capacious and forgiving, and that it would deliver me from grief and carry me out of the darkness.

Once upon a time, there was only darkness. And there were monsters vast as worlds who swam in it.

Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her.

For an instant, at least, they seemed one and the same, as though all anguish exists in the same deep well, no matter what loss or misfortune leads us to it. We might be at odds, hate each other, and desired each others destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.