Quotes About Darkness

The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other - child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway towards the goal-box of solitary death.

You want these back, don't you? You want me out of here so you can come back and take over where you left off. I don't blame you. It's your body and your brain-and your life, even though you weren't able to make much use of it. I don't have the right to take it away from you. Nobody does. Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?...

Who's to say my light is better than your darkness?

Who's to say that death is better than your darkness?

Who's to say death is better than your darkness?

Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness?

Benim ?????m?n senin karanl???ndan daha iyi olduÄŸunu kim söyleyebilir.

finally I am back in the cave where everything is quiet and dark and I swim the wet labyrinth searching for one to receive me . . . embrace me . . . absorb me . . . into itself.

The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other—child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway toward the goal-box of solitary death.

He finished shaving me silently, and then brought the sun-tan lamp over to the chair and put cool white pads of cotton soaked in witch hazel over my eyes. There, in the bright red inner darkness I saw what happened the night he took me away from the house for the last time .

There were so many dead their spirits could no longer be contained in the darkness, and, like deer, their population had spilled over into parts of the town reserved for the living.

Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.

Passover is my idea of a perfect holiday. Dear God, when you're handing out plagues of darkness, locusts, hail, boils, flies, lice, frogs, and cattle murrain, and turning the Nile to blood and smiting the firstborn, give me a pass. And tell me when it's over.

It's been a long comeback. Things were pretty dark for me. But I have a faith now, and it saves my day. I was angry with God for a long time because I was unhappy with me. I hadn't learned to make the distinction between God and my parents. But there's a peace now. In the end, I got sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Just as darkness is sometimes defined as the absence of light, so age is defined as the absence of youth.

In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer.

There is something dark and wintry about the atmosphere of the later Middle Ages.

How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadulterated, unrestrained by the convenient cushions of age and its civilizing anesthesia.

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage.

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.

Since the war nothing is so really frightening not the dark not alone in a room or anything on a road or a dog or a moon but two things, yes, indigestion and high places they are frightening.

"I was not alone when I was in Goofy hell"

As a child, I was a brat, and my parents didn't know how to control me. So they told me ghost stories, which stayed with me. I am still petrified of darkness and being alone.

Darkness was my best friend and loneliness my soulmate.