Quotes About Darkness

The question of being is the darkest in all philosophy.

After midnight and no air-raid

We cannot see the universe. We are in the darkness of a trench, a deep cut, dark water heavier than earth, presences lit by our own blood, little biolumes, heroic and pathetic Promethei too afraid or weak to steal fire but able still to love. Gods are among us and they care nothing and are nothing like us. This is how we are brave: we worship them anyway.

Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.

The air was stained by shadows, a darkness burst by lightning like camera flashes.

The night was without stars or horizon. The sea and sky bled ink into each other.

I closed my eyes then but it was too dark to clearly see that vision that my body would conjure out of blood and the inside of skin when light hit it, but I'd seen it so often, examined it so carefully, that it wasn't hard for me to call to mind.

the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world

My first lesson on nature of love was that in a moment it could fulfill the cravings of a lifetime, like a light that someone might shine into a cavern that has been dark for a million years.

This was my first lesson on the nature of love: that in a moment it could fulfil the cravings of a lifetime, like a light that someone might shine into a cavern that has been dark for a million years.

Seeing darkness during meditation is also good. It is an advanced state of consciousness. Just ask for divine blessings so that you will progress further. Before the light is darkness. As you explore deeper, there is actually "a series of darkness and light." The dark void is a transition state before the person experiences the explosion of light.

You can count on Scandinavian literature for a certain kind of darkness, a modern mythic style.

And night, free at last, stirred, stretching, feral.

In the quiet of the garden then the robin shook his worm, and swallowed its life from the light into darkness with the quick indifference of a god.

It was queer the way things crept: the night, and these feelings. One was brought up to scorn the tendency to despair. But it seemed that the darkness knew this, and found a way to reach one nevertheless. It was patient and subtle, gauging the heart's output of light. Her confusion grew, the heart lucent and the mind lucifugous

Tucker had missed the sheer expanse of sky at night, the tiny cluster of seven sisters, Orion's sword, and the drinking gourd that aimed north. The moon was a gibbous, barely there, as if chewed away. The sky stretched black in every direction. Clouds blocked the stars, lending an unfathomable depth to the air. The tree line was gone and hilltops blended with the black tapestry of night. It was country dark. He closed his eyes, feeling safe.

Tobias wasn't entirely sure what happened next. All of a sudden everyone was in motion, and Tobias hit the carpet behind the couch face down with one arm wrenched behind his back. "Get the light, Phan! Light!" Noah barked, planting a knee in Tobias' back to keep him down. Tobias sighed, fighting the instinct to move; Noah would break his arm. "This really isn't my night," he said. ~ after Tobias sneaks up on Noah & Phan in the dark while they're watching a horror flick

If you believe in light, it's because of the darkness. If you believe in the truth, it's because of their lies. If you believe in God, you must believe in the Devil.

The sunken place, right? That's where I was. The place where nobody can touch you or hear you scream.

The element of uncertainty is one of night's special pleasures.

His body and mind seemed fueled by the arcane energy burning inside his flesh, and the only time he ever felt tired was when he had gone too long between killings.

The graveyard shift was his favorite time of night.

And those who were awake and walking the streets were a fascinating blend of the wild, the lost, and the forgotten. Very few of whom would be missed if they were to meet Allan in a dark alley.

Di cosa non son capaci di persuaderci, queste donne, quando si mettono d'accordo per lasciarci brancolare nel buio.