Quotes About Darkness

In the beginning Grubbs created the heavens and the earth, and everything was dark. Then Grubbs said, 'Let there be light!'" And there was light. Coolio!

For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights.

It's the darkness when a light is quenched, the silence when a sound fades. It takes the final breath from the smallest insect and the mightiest king. It knows us all, stalks us all, and in the end claims us all.

In the Demonata's universe there was always something else to kill.

I bite off the fingers and spit them out. Lord Loss screams obligingly. One of the snakes digs its fangs into my bald skull and rips out a chunk of flesh. I snatch the snake from its heartless home and chew its head off. I'm starting to enjoy this biting business.

You are a creature of the darkness, the same as myself and Mr. Dowling. Like us, I fear that you will end up destined to play a cruel, vicious part in the shaping of the future. Some of us cannot escape the damnable reach of fate.

After all, in this world of humans, he was little better than a monster, and what did a monster have to be afraid of in the dark?

Listening to demons was dangerous. Better to act in haste and shut your ears to them. But I couldn't help myself. There was something darkly inviting about his tone. It was like when someone was about to tell a gruesome but hilarious joke. I could feel the awfulness of it, but also the humour. I had to hear him out.

light overcomes darkenss. A tiny match can illuminate the darkest room. As long as there is some light somewhere in the universe, [darkness] can be defeated.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside.

The season of evil, I echoed. Protect your soul.

I love the night. Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. It's dark and silent in the house, but if I listen close, I hear the beat beat beat of my heart. I hear the creak and crack of the house. I hear my mum breathing gently in her sleep in the room next door.

A little pot boils easily Gratitude is the heart's memory Better to light a candle than curse the darkness

It was blood. Blood that looked as if it had just been spilled. As I watched, it started pouring down the cavern's walls.

So it was a true sunrise, where the colors changed at first subtly and then suddenly transformed the heavens in a way that no other occurrence could. Short of a nuclear bomb and its towering mushroom cloud. Yet both were transformative in their own right. One side of the world was lit, the other enveloped in blackness. The bomb's kiss was for real. The sun's movement was a metaphor for either darkness descending or light arising.

It was the darkest moments before dawn broke. He had been here for hours. It felt like ten minutes, because he really hadn't come up with anything. But that was okay. Miracles and epiphanies rarely happened in the middle of criminal investigations. If you wanted something like that you needed to turn on the TV.

room. It was four a.m. and he had not yet been to sleep.

The rain was pouring outside and he heard a crack of thunder. A moment later the accompanying lightning brightened his room briefly.

When people fear for their futures, they like to gather in a dark room and stare at a screen, holding hands against the gloom.

sobre todos los enemigos cuya obra y carácter son oscuros. Él espera ahora hasta que todos estos enemigos sean puestos bajo sus pies. Entonces, su conquista en la cruz resonará por todo el cosmos y esa "edad", que para nosotros aún está por llegar, vendrá de hecho con todo su esplendor.

And Lo, for the Earth was empty of Form, and void. And Darkness was all over the Face of the Deep. And We said: 'Look at that fucker Dance.

In dark times, the definition of good art would seem to be art that locates and applies CPR to those elements of what's human and magical that still live and glow despite the times' darkness. Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it'd find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.

The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.

it occurred that the birds, whose twitters and repeated songs sounded so pretty and affirming of nature and the coming day, might actually, in a code known only to other birds, be the birds each saying 'Get away' or 'This branch is mine!' or 'This tree is mine! I'll kill you! Kill, kill!' Or any manner of dark, brutal, or self-protective stuff--they might be listening to war cries. The thought came from nowhere and made his spirits dip from some reason.