Quotes About Darkness

Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive.

Life is a message scribbled in the dark.

I knew—but I did know that I had crossed 700  The border. Everything I loved was lost But no aorta could report regret. A sun of rubber was convulsed and set; And blood-black nothingness began to spin A system of cells interlinked within Cells interlinked within cells interlinked Within one stem. And dreadfully distinct Against the dark, a tall white fountain played. I

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour).

Light in comparison with darkness is a void.

I am lanky, big-boned, wooly-chested Humbert Humbert, with thick black eyebrows and a queer accent, and a cesspoolful of rotting monsters behind his slow boyish smile.

Oh, con qué lentitud corren las pesadillas!

a cesspoolful of rotting monsters behind his slow boyish smile.

beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer and helplessly have to watch the shadow of his simian stoop leave mangled flowers in its wake, as the monstrous darkness approaches.

What mad hope or hate makes the young beast's flanks pulsate, what black stars pierce the heart of the tamer!

Nuestra existencia no es mas qué un cortocircuito de luz entre dos eternidades de oscuridad.

Darkness and silence merged completely

She thought (...) of the incalculable amount of tenderness contained in the world; of the fate of this tenderness, which is either crushed, or wasted, or transformed into madness; of neglected children humming to themselves in unswept corners; of beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer and helplessly have to watch the shadow of his simian stoop leave mangled flowers in its wake, as the monstrous darkness approaches.

He could not even see the bluish glimmer of a window or those faint patches of light which come to stay with the walls at night

And here a life had come apart in darkness, and the room had grown a ghostly thorax, with a heart unknown, unloved -- but not alone.

Without rest in the darkness, Weary as the tired night, My soul Empty as the silence, Empty with a vague, Aching emptiness, Desiring, Needing someone, Something.

Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun!

It's the other part I'm not so sure about. You got any advice for me on that, Lucan?" "Sure." The vampire grunted, his smile filled with dark amusement. "Dust off your knees, brother, because you may damn well end up walking on them before the night is through.

Rolling orange fire silhouetted him from behind, backlighting the warrior's broad shoulders and casual, long-legged stride. As he strolled away from the inferno, the ends of his loose black coat winged out behind him like a cape befitting the prince of darkness himself. "Holy hell," Brock murmured. "Tegan.

How long can you brush up against evil and not come away stained with it yourself?

The window to the past opened up to her like a dragon's maw, dark and jagged, an abyss licked with fire.

Apparently it was very lucrative to be a vampire.

You're a dark, dangerous storm, Nathan," She tilted her head back, her glacial blue eyes arresting, even in the darkness of the club. "If i'm not carful I'm going to leap off a cliff with you.

fangjerk ~Wraith