Quotes About Darkness

It will rain tonight. First Murderer: Let it come down.

And as the morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness, so their rising senses begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle their clearer reason.

The charm dissolves apace, And, as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason. Their understanding Begins to swell: and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy.

Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

Brief as the lightning in the collied night; That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth, And ere a man hath power to say Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up. So quick bright things come to confusion.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile; So ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.

I must become a borrower of the night.

Humanity must perforce prey upon itself, like monsters of the deep.

I come, Graymalkin!

I sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright Who art cold as Hel, as dark as night

what Shakespeare really aimed to show: the destruction of a soul by demonic forces.

the essence of Macbeth is seeing a great and intelligent man succumb to the forces of darkness. What gives the tragedy

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is 't you do?

The raging rocks And shivering shocks Shall break the locks        Of prison gates: And Phibbus' car Shall shine from far, And make and mar        The foolish Fates.

As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.

Let not light see my black and deep desires. They eye wink at the hand, yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

Madman, thou errest. I say, there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

The thing that is so singular and stunning about Macbeth— indeed, it strikes one straightaway—is that all the magic Shakespeare put into writing it manages so entirely to harrow and astonish the soul.

The raven chides blackness.

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?

No, for then we should be colliers.

Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up, For 'tis thy rival.