Quotes About Darkness

Atrocity has a horrible facility for begetting atrocity.

Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming upon me.

James Herbert

Sometimes it seems difficult when life hurts you. There is a darkness where there seems to be no hope, just the feeling of being empty." Just know there is so much more to life .Just trust yourself, and you will know how to live.

Maybe the only thing you can see is our own shadow, of all the dark parts of you that you can't face. If you don't deal with it. It will eventually poisons your life.

Maybe the only thing you can see is your own shadow, of all the dark parts of you that you can't face. If you don't deal with it. It will eventually poisons your life.

I'm standing in the dark. I hear something inside my body. The noise is coming up, coming out, of the broken place, in my face. If I let the noise get out into the air, it will be laughter, too loud, too much of it, someone is bound to hear.

Sometimes, when the nights are cold And darkness is all there is to hold I dream of what comes after death Tears pour while I hold my breath It's hard to want to stay and breathe In a world where everybody leaves Where I was never once enough For anyone who claimed to love My dark mosaic soul.

There are some moments that are hung in memory like a lamp; they shine and swing gently and one can look back on them when all else has faded into distance and darkness.

So a new element darkled in their already darkling mood: a somber, deep-rooted bitterness which would grow and grow until it would make of them—those who survived—the tough, mean, totally cynical infantry fighters which their leaders fondly on sentimental grounds already believed they were, and which all of them, everybody, hated the Japanese for being.

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?

He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.

I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom.

It darkles, (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world. Yon marshpond by ruodmark verge is visited by the tide. Alvemmarea! We are circumveiloped by obscuritads. Man and belves frieren.

Dust webbed the window and the showtrays. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones.

the obscure soul of the world, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.

The dull light fell more faintly upon the page whereon another equation began to unfold itself slowly and to spread abroad its widening tail. It was his own soul going forth to experience, unfolding itself sin by sin, spreading abroad the balefire o fits burning stars and folding back upon itself, fading slowly, quenching its own lights and fires. they were quenched; and the cold darkness filled chaos.

The ambition which he felt astir at times in the darkness of his soul sought no outlet. A dusk like that of the outer world obscured his mind as he heard the mare's hoofs clattering along the tramtrack on the Rock Road and the great can swaying and rattling behind him.

They would meet quietly as if they had known each other and had made their tryst, perhaps at one of the gates or in some more secret place. They would be alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured. He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment, he would be transfigured. Weakness and timidity and inexperience would fall from him in that magic moment.

Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghost-woman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.

This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dull, gloomy : hate this hour. Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed.

the park's so dark by kindlelight. But look what you have in your handself!