Quotes About Darkness

The stars are always up in the sky...then when it is perfectly black, they feel less vulnerable and out they come.

This isn't a strength, Aunt True," I said, "but it's dark in here." "That's because it's nighttime, you moron!" scoffed Danny.

In my hefty elf sack, your nightmares now keep. Better think twice before falling asleep - The Nightmare Elf

Death has an energy. It is thick as sludge, heavy as iron, and pulls you down into yourself like an imploding building.

We fell upon the demon, I moved to the side of the monster, and Heath aimed right at the center, raising his own spike before bringing it down into the heart of the beast. But of course, this beast had no heart. It had only darkness.

The humblest star twinkles most in the darkest night.

Sometimes the strongest bonds are easy to overlook in the darkness. And sometimes, that's where you find them.

Everybody has mean little places inside himself.

I wonder which was more frightened among old tribes -- those bursting out of their darkness of woods upon all the space of light, or those from the open tiptoeing into the forests.

In politics, as in poetry, it is sometimes true that it is darkest before dawn.

Darkness is only in the mortal eye, that thinks it sees, but sees not.

Greed puts out the sun.

If her mind has a glittery radiance, mine is dark and loamy, preternaturally attuned to sorrow.

I like to think I'm positive and optimistic about things generally, but what I write does tend towards the darker end of the spectrum.

The priest's deep brown eyes reminded Nicky of the bayou: light reflected on their surface, but dark things moved beneath.

I am not defined by darkness Confided the night Each dawn I am reminded I am defined by light

One wanders through life as if wandering through a field in the dark of night, wearing a blindfold and very heavy shoes, with a poisonous toad waiting patiently beneath a clump of weeds, knowing full well that eventually you will step on him.

It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try to readjust the way you thought of things. The Baudelaire orphans were crying not only for their Uncle Monty, but for their own parents, and this dark and curious feeling of falling that accompanies every great loss.

It was darker than a pitch-black panther, covered in tar, eating black licorice at the very bottom of the deepest part of the Black Sea.

You might be afraid of the dark, but the dark is not afraid of you. That's why the dark is always close by.

That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day, ...

In any case, this is how all our stories begin, in darkness with our eyes closed, and all our stories end the same way, too, with all of us uttering some last words—or perhaps someone else's—before slipping back into darkness as our series of unfortunate events comes to an end.

If you are interested in happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book. In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle. This is because not very many happy things happened in the lives of the three Baudelaire youngsters.

The children knew, as I'm sure you know, that there is usually no reason to be afraid of the dark, but even if you are not particularly afraid of something, you might not want to get near it