Quotes About Darkness

She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.

It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.

What's my problem? I have so many, but violent tendencies and probable demonic origins are the ones that should concern you.

There is no god, you fools. There are only monsters, and I am the worst of them.

Eril-Fane let out a slow breath. "Were you afraid of the dark as a child?" A chill snaked up Lazlo's spine. He thought again of the crypt at the abbey, and the nights locked in with dead monks. "Yes," he said simply. "Even when you knew, rationally, that there was nothing in it that could harm you." "Yes." "Well. We are all children in the dark, here in Weep.

The tattered lace of darkness still hung over the city, as if night were a grim bride trudging to the horizon, trailing her shadowy train.

Battle not with monsters lest you become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.' Nietzsche, you know. Exceptional mustache.

The night felt very long, but it ended as all nights do.

Her mind was still tiptoeing along the boundary of consciousness, in that state of semi-waking that spins threads between dream and real, and for a moment she felt herself to be a girl who has come down off a porch to confront a great darkness with a tiny light.

Those seraphim who escaped into the neighbor world Eretz managed to hold the portal closed, and they held it to this day, pouring their strength into shoring up their sky to keep the darkness at bay. A bold young queen in that distant world was even now training a legion of angels and chimaera to battle the darkness and hopefully destroy it. But that's another story.

There was darkness, and monsters vast as worlds swam in it.

So while his uncle taunted him, probing for a weak spot-it wasn't enough to kill; he had to torment - Akiva heard what he said, but none of it touched him. It was like threatening darkness at the break of day.

Her ignorance was like standing in pure dark that could be either a closet or a vast, starless night.

All the bogeymen together, sitting down to tea.

Her despair may have gone, but it had left its heaviness draped over her, thick and bleak.

So Sarai gave in to the scream that night, and the dark things within her took wing. They came boiling out between her lips, and they weren't demons after all, but moths.

In the darkness behind their shut lids they all saw the same thing: no color at all, only loss like a hole torn in the world.

Like a star in the cupped hands of night.

Innocently, as they moved past her, she added, "Oh, and don't trip over the body on the floor.

So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness — self-preservation of an uglier stripe.

And that's how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh.

Do you know what they're called? They're the Shadows That Live, Zuze. They're assassins." "Like me," said Zuzanna cheerfully.

So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness - self-preservation of an uglier stripe. And thus did they harden themselves, by choosing to meet hate with hate.

of night crowded into the slanting places beyond the reach of the dawn.