Quotes About Darkness

Every guy liked to think that his demons were meaner and crazier than anybody else's.

They'd read comic books and crossed wooden swords and flipped baseball cards against the walls, while floors above people lay strapped to their beds for trying to gouge their own eyes out.

Being alone is scarier than any boogey man and the reason why I don't choose to see Horror movies as a rule.

How do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves the porch light on?

Alright, who's the wise guy who turned the light out at the end of my tunnel?

Ugly people look prettier in the dark.

I recall that one time he told the people to read the poems out loud because the spoken word was the seed of love in the darkness.

Recuerdo que una vez le dijo a la raza que leyeran los poemas en voz alta porque la voz era la semilla del amor en la oscuridad.

Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies.

obsessive-compulsive behavior? When we obsess, and obsess, and obsess, we eventually wear down our bodies to the point where the body just doesn't work anymore. If you are obsessive, your mind constantly runs away with you to a dark place, dwelling on the extreme and horrific. Instead, we're told:

You'll never think of the old Cain and Abel battle the same way. Day's gripping, compelling, and kick-ass Eve of Darkness will have you eagerly awaiting the next book in the series.

People in a boat, waiting, terrified, while implacable, unsmiling men, irresistibly strong, seize… maybe the person next to you, maybe you, and with no warning at all, with time only for a quick intake of air you are pitched into freezing, turbulent water and salt and darkness to drown.

Men hva annet kan vi gjøre enn å grave fram vårt eget mørke og stirre på det så lenge som mulig, håpe at det en dag skremmes bort fra våre egne, hatefulle øyne.

I think you have to know who you are. Get to know the monster that lives in your soul. Dive deep into your soul and explore it. I don't want to renounce my dark side. The truth has always held an enormous interest for me.

But I needed to access the Dark Prince in myself, instead of pulling in men who had access to it.

On some of my darkest days, Lucifer's the one who comes and gives me an ice cream.

As the dark forces try to attack a person, a family, or a nation, angelic forces are ever-ready to give help. They come to your assistance once you shift yourself toward their direction and create some kind of contact with the Forces of Light. Knowing about this creates a kind of balance in our consciousness. The enemies of Light are against seven principles: Beauty, Goodness, Righteousness, Joy, Freedom, enlightenment, and expansion of consciousness.

Hun ser skygger hvor solen skinner og mørke i den klare dag.

Childhood is dark and it's always moaning like a little animal that's locked in a cellar and forgotten. It comes out of your throat like your breath in the cold, and sometimes it's too little, other times too big. It never fits exactly. It's only when it has been cast off that you can look at it calmly and talk about it like an illness you've survived.

One must use the night.

The lamp sizzled as it burned. It made everything seem close and safe, a little family circle they all knew and trusted. Outside this circle lay everything that was strange and frightening, and the darkness seemed to reach higher and higher and further and further away, right to the end of the world.

Nothing can be as peaceful and endless as a long winter darkness, going on and on, like living in a tunnel where the dark sometimes deepens into night and sometimes eases to twilight, you're screened from everything, protected, even more alone than usual.

Then -- they saw the Groke. Everybody saw her. She sat motionless on the sandy path at the bottom of the steps and stared at them with round, expressionless eyes. She was not particularly big and didn't look dangerous either, but your let that she was terribly evil and would wait for ever. And that was awful. Nobody plucked up enough courage to attack. She sat there for a while, and then slid away into the darkness. But where she had been sitting the ground was frozen!

Ingen ting kan være så rolig og så uendelig som et langt vitermørke, det fortsetter og fortsetter, det er som å leve i en tunnel der mørket stundom fordyper seg til natt og stundom blir dagskumring, man er avskjermet fra alt, beskyttet og mer ensom enn ellers.