Quotes About Darkness

For Her Ugliness loved stories full of darkness. She didn't want to be told tales of good fortune and beauty, she liked to hear about death, ugly things, secrets heavy with tears. She wanted her very own world, and it had never heard of beauty and good fortune.

Why such haste? For a foolish hope? Why did his heart always insist on believing that there was a light in all the darkness?

Yes I do enjoy walking at night. The world's a lot more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a great deal more mysterious

Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same. Dustfinger

The Dark Fairy touched her chest. No heart, like her sisters. So where did the love come from?

What about you?" inquired Lobosch. "You're not afraid, are you, Krabat?" "More than you guess," said Krabat. "And not for myself alone." Otfried Preussler, The Satanic Mill

Men are always on the side of power. Even the Dark Fairy had to learn that. They will always betray us for power, so why shouldn't we do the same? If only it didn't make our hearts so cold.

Die Augen hielten ihn fest, rote Augen in all dem Schwarz wild und dumpf zugleich, verloren in sich selbst ohne Gestern oder Morgen, ohne Licht und Wärme, gefangen in der eigenen Kälte frierender Bosheit.

Words that explained the world to her, its dark side and its light side, words that built a wall to keep out bad dreams.

Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes – if necessary – brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.

They have become so lost in their own darkness that they see nothing but darkness in everything.

Why did his heart always insist on believing that there was light in all the darkness?

Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes — if necessary — brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must. Clive Barker, Abarat

A bondade pode ser tão claramente identificada quanto a crueldade. Irradia luz e calor.

A lua parecia uma foice faminta no céu quando eles saíram do moinho.

But to the last question," Zelig replied, "he probably flew to beyond the Dark Regions, where people don't go and cattle don't stray, where the sky is copper, the earth iron, and where the evil forces live under roofs of petrified toadstools and in tunnels abandoned by moles." Isaac Bashevis Singer, Naftali the Storyteller and His Horse, Sus

MAKE RED YOUR CLAWS WITH HUMAN BLOOD…OBLITERATE THE HUMAN FILTH…" "Ooh, that's a nice song," said the Hogfly, ever polite.

The witch sprang animal-like from

She stood to drink in the darkness and the air fallen still after a snowfall. The clouds had all blown away. Faint moonlight silvered the fresh snow. Stars shone in a black sky, like jewels on a Lady's cloak. The garden lay shrouded in silver white silence, all its roughness made smooth. Such snow, Gwyn thought, had a way of turning the world into what it was not and making it seem safe. Such snow masked the true face of the world.

Night's darkness cloaked Elske, covering her as the winter snows cover mountains, from peak to foot. Elske moved with the weight of darkness on her shoulders, on her head; and she tasted it in her mouth like the flavorless rills that ran so fast in spring melts.

But on this night, for this Volkking's death, when the Death Maiden no longer cried out, and the beating hands had tired, and throats were too raw to howl again, and silence flowed like night out of the low doorway of the Death House, flames erupted --

The bright side of the planet moves toward darkness And the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour, And for me, now as then, it is too much. There is too much world.

And her soul died in her for fear: she knew she had never seen him, he had never seen her, they had met in the dark and had fought in the dark, not knowing whom they met nor whom they fought.

Her lungs felt thick and slow, her mind dissolved, she felt she could cling like a bat in the long swoon of the crannied, underword darkness. Cling like a bat and sway for ever swooning in the draughts of the darkness ---