Quotes About Darkness

the Father has yet to leave His post. His eyes still scan the horizon. And no darkness, no matter how dark, can hide the prodigal. Job said it this way: 'For He [the Father] looks to the ends of the earth, and sees under the whole heavens.

Never since the beginning of the world has there been so little light. Our winter afternoons have been known at times to last a hundred years.

In the dark to see, you ass-scratchers! In the dark to see.

Scribbled in the Dark  A shout in the street. Someone locking horns with his demon. Then, calm returning. The wind tousling the leaves. The birds in their nests Pleased to be rocked back to sleep. Night turning cool. Streams of blood in the gutter Waiting for sunrise.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

Why do vampires have no friends? They suck.

the war between good and evil existed no longer, for the thing beneath the Graal was not fighting but vomiting.

Friday beneath the sky, its little postcards of melancholy Outside each window, the engines inside the roses at half speed, The huge page of the sea with its one word despair, Fuchsia blossoms littered across the deck, Unblotted tide pools of darkness beneath the ferns … And still I go on looking, match after match in the black air.

If you don't shine you are darkness. from "Tomorrow

Downtown may be gritty and dark and full of evil but on some level an unspoken belief, a faith that we live in a manageable world with its own episodic rules and conventions: Life takes place one hour at a time. Clues present themselves in order, one at a time. Two investigators, properly paired, can solve any mystery.

Umbrele se topesc în noapte È™i soarele r?sare în zori.

If I saw something once that I can't explain, that doesn't make them real. And if a trick of the dark gave me a chill, that doesn't make them real. And if a madman says what's at the core of us all is a senseless, flapping quiver of black shade, that's just one more reason not to believe.

Course you can't fucking see, buddy, it's darker than a nun's virgin anus down here.

Swordsmen thrust through, and dying in their blood on the arena sand; bulls goring horses disembowelled, made a meeker vision for the public a milder condiment for a people's palate than Vashti torn by seven devils: devils which cried sore and rent the tenement they haunted, but still refused to be exorcised.

ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit pour les étoiles glacées au ciel glacé ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit c'est l'heure où des ombres rentrent dans les murs, où d'autres ombres sortent dans la nuit ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit c'est la fin de mille nuits et de mille cauchemars.

As he looked around the huge ducal bed, he saw everything that meant the world to him. Outside the sky was darkening and the snow was falling. Through misty eyes, Matthew looked up, saw the moon glowing brilliantly and whispered, "thank you." It was simple, but heartfelt. Never had a man been more grateful than that very moment when everything was utter perfection. With his family and his wife pressed up against him.

BEYOND THE MIST, the darkness and shadow, he waits, reaching out through a veil of gossamer threads—'your future,' he whispers, 'your destiny'.

I have been through the gates, I have groped, I have crept Back, back. There is dust in the streets, and blood; they are empty; darkness is over them; His heart is a place with the lights gone out, forsaken by great winds and the heavenly rain, unclean and unswept, Like the heart of the holy city, old, blind, beautiful Jerusalem, Over which Christ wept.

This was not life, this was a nightmare.

It was darker than the devil's asshole out there.

Children and adults are alike--it's not as if we ever outgrow our darker fears. Let's not pretend we're all so reluctant to entertain the unknown.

The place of true healing is a fierce place. It's a giant place. it's a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light.

Each evening, I ached for the shelter of my tent, for the smallest sense that something was shielding me from the entire rest of the world, keeping me safe not from danger, but from vastness itself. I loved the dim, clammy dark of my tent, the cozy familiarity of the way I arranged my few belongings all around me each night.