Quotes About Darkness

Something is coming to shake the earth. (That was definitely Darkstalker, rising from his prison.) Something is coming to scorch the ground. (He was pretty sure this was Darkstalker, too.) Jade Mountain will fall beneath thunder and ice. (Why? When? How soon?) Unless the lost city of night can be found.

To lead you far astray into the marshy swamp," Zoe said in a spooky voice, "where you will be lost forever.

Deathbringer had found his night vision growing stronger the longer he was away from the Night Kingdom.

The rules: Nobody mentions the abyss. Nobody goes near the abyss. Everyone pretends the abyss does not exist anymore. Everyone acts like they hear absolutely zero whispers and feel zero weirdness coming from the creepy big dark hole.)

Flame is the darkness of dragons

Darkstalker writing in his scroll by firelight, writing as if his life depended on it.

Good-bye, my dearest love, her thoughts whispered. And then … blackness rushed up toward him, enfolding him in its wings, and he was gone.

Tui T. Sutherland

And think of our poor doctor, all alone among them damned trees – why, there might be owls.

You know, said Port, and his voice sounded unreal, as voices are likely to do after a long pause in an utterly silent spot, the sky here's very strange. I often have the sensation when I look at it that it's a solid thing up there, protecting us from what's behind. Kit shuddered slightly as she said: From behind? Yes. But what is behind? Her voice was very small. Nothing, I suppose. Just darkness. Absolute night.

There have been times, what with this and that, when the whisper of words was not enough. On some shelf of memory lies a misplaced summer, one not stored away for later savoring. Surely it ended early, with unexpected fogs, with the wind sliding past through unmeasured darkness. No voice could be enough, what with this and that, and the hours falling faster.

What words are there to tell how long a night can be?

There are ways from light into darkness and from darkness into light. There are ways, also, from the gloom into deeper darkness, and from the dawn into brighter light. The wise man will use the light he has to receive more fight. He will constantly advance in the knowledge of truth.32

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss. But it had to go through its own lack of answers, through terrifying silence, through the thousand darknesses of murderous speech. It went through. It gave me no words for what was happening, but went through it. Went through and could resurface, 'enriched' by it all.

The telemarketers who called her up now seemed either desperate or resigned to the point of a mindless drone, until Judith, who had time on her hands and ice in her heart, engaged them in dark conversations that always got her removed from their lists.

Monsters were one thing. She was used to monsters, she could deal with monsters. A noise in the darkness, with nothing attached to it, was another.

Gotham City made criminals via its own special recipe—one part felony, one part cosplay—

Hugo Strange's downfall.

With absolute power, corruption and evil seep in humanity, and that evil continues to flourish as the good of humankind lies idle in darkness, hidden from the Word that brings the light. — Paul Hill Paraphrasing of Edmund Burke, John Dalberg, and John 1:1-5 quotes.

We keep looking for justice, but it's nothing but stormy nights and dark alleys out there.

Remember me, that you shall know when you face the darkness that the light shall never die.

But it isn't the best we should remember,' she said, and shocked herself by speaking aloud, and clutched the folds and mother-of-pearl buttons in that habitual gesture. We must remember the worst because the worst is the lives we lead, the best is only our history, and between our history and our lives there is this vast dark plain where the rapt and patient shepherds drive their invisible flocks in expectation of God's forgiveness. *

Suffering has no value, but you have to suffer in order to know that. I never found it easy to travel, yet the difficulty in it made it satisfying because it seemed in that way to resemble the act of writing - groping around in the dark, wandering into the unknown, coming to understand the condition of strangeness.

I was tumbling down the side of a dark star.