Quotes About Darkness

No. Kraka is here. He will always be here." She held so still. "I lived as his mistress. What can change that?" "The future," said Berg, in the darkness.

Unless a man or woman has experienced the darkness of the soul he or she can know nothing of that transforming laughter without which no hint of the ultimate reality of the opposites can be faintly intuited.

I'd wanted to escape history by running to the hawk. Forget the darkness, forget Göring's hawks, forget death, forget all the things that had been before. But my flight was wrong. Worse than wrong. It was dangerous. I must fight, always, against forgetting.

Deep in the muddled darkness six copper pheasant feathers glowed in a cradle of blackthorn.

And it was much later, too, that I realised these myths hurt. That they work to wipe away other cultures, other histories, other ways of loving, working and being in a landscape. How they tiptoe towards darkness.

Why do people go to these places, these places that are not for them? It must be that they believe in their night vision. They believe themselves able to draw images up out of the dark. But black wells only yield black water.

How dare people sleep, how dare they lie so blankly in the dark?

Dark came to rest on my eyelids; strange and painful pennies.

B)ut behind it all-- nothing: just vodka and the void. (Coco Chanel)

Miracles are natural expressions of total forgiveness. 2Through miracles, you affirm your acceptance of God's forgiveness by extending it to others. 2 The second step is inherent in the first, because light cannot tolerate darkness.21 2Light, by definition, dispels darkness automatically.

Miracles are associated with fear only because of the fallacious belief that darkness can hide.

You are afraid to know God's Will, because you believe it is not yours. This belief is your whole sickness and your whole fear. Every symptom of sickness and fear arises here, because this is the belief that makes you want not to know. Believing this you hide in darkness, denying that the light is in you.

She looks like a warrior. I mean, Bellatrix does mean warrior. And she's also a bit of a fatale. She's the right hand of Voldemort, and the only woman death eater.

I proclaim the inevitable advent of the universal republic. Not the transient backslidings, nor the darkness and the dread, nor the tragic difficulty of uplifting the world everywhere at once will prevent the fulfillment of international truth.

L'amour chante, silencieux, Les ténèbres ouvrent tes yeux.

Yo no sé lo que soy, ni adónde voy, ni lo que hago; pero, yo también he gritado desde el fondo de mi abismo, hacia un poco de luz.

Look into any man's heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.

We watch our hopes, far flickering in the night, Once radiant torches, lighted in our youth, To guide, through years, to some broad morn of truth; But these go out and leave us with no light.

Some murmur when the sky is clear and wholly bright to view, if one small speck of dark appear in their great heaven of blue: And some with thankful love are filled, if but one streak of light, one ray of God's good mercy, gild the darkness of their night.

Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?

You can dwarf a soul just as you can dwarf a plant, by depriving it of a full environment. Such a soul for a time may have a "name to live." Its character may betray no sign of atrophy. But its very virtue somehow has the pallor of a flower that is grown in darkness, or as the herb which has never seen the sun, no fragrance breathes from its spirit.

He sat there staring down into the descending darkness, his thoughts wildly mixed and uncertain. For the moment he knew only one thing; from this night forwards he would never be able to think of Jane Hudson or her sister without experiencing all over again the same awful retching sickness that he felt now.

Fraud and falsehood are his weak and treacherous allies; and he lurks trembling in the dark, dreading every ray of light, lest it should discover him, and give him up to shame and punishment.

O! more than Gothic ignorance.