Quotes About Darkness

If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark, awful beginning.

Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humour left.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.

In horror's wake, hope was a bountiful garden.

His mood was so black that getting murdered was beginning to seem appealing

It was a December of crows.

She saw dark, triumphant crimson in herself. What was making her glow so much? Boredom… Yes, in spite of everything there was fire under it, there was fire even when it represented death. Maybe this was the joy of living.

Sim, minha força está na solidão. Não tenho medo nem de chuvas tempestivas nem das grandes ventanias soltas, pois eu também sou o escuro da noite. Embora não aguente bem ouvir um assovio no escuro, e passos.

And may sapphires, amethysts and emeralds spill into the dark eroticism of abundant life: because in my darkness quakes at last the great topaz. I am now listening to a sylvan music, almost just drumming and rhythm that comes from a neighboring house where young junkies live the present. Another instant of incessant, incessant rhythm, and something terrible happens to me.

he thinks that flowers are hauntingly delicate like a sigh of nobody in the dark.

It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her hands, dead at the bottom of sleep.

Cerra as janelas do quarto — não ver, não ouvir, não sentir. Na cama silenciosa, flutuante na escuridão, aconchega-se como no ventre perdido e esquece. Tudo é vago, leve e mudo.

Do not read what I write as a reader would do. Unless this reader works, he too, in the soliloquies of the irrational dark.

Though everything is so fragile. I feel so lost. I live off a secret that glows in luminous rays that would darken me if I didn't cover them with a heavy cloak of false certainties. May the God help me: I am without a guide and it is dark once again.

Eu escrevo à meia-noite porque sou escuro. Ângela escreve de dia porque é quase sempre luz alegre.

Porque es cruel saber que la vida es única y que no tenemos como garantía más que la fe en tinieblas; porque es demasiado cruel, respondo con la pureza de una alegría indomable. [...] El amor impersonal, el amor it, es alegría, incluso el amor que no sale bien, incluso el amor que termina.

La cama blanquecina nadando en la oscuridad. El cansancio arrastrándose por su cuerpo

Entonces se escuchan los grillos mojados. La luz del miligramo no altera la oscuridad. Pues la oscuridad no es iluminable, la oscuridad es un modo de ser: la oscuridad es el nudo vital de la oscuridad, y nunca se toca en el nudo vital de una cosa.

Cada novo livro é uma viagem. Só que é uma viagem de olhos vendados em mares nunca dantes revelados – a mordaça nos olhos, o terror da escuridão é total.

Crear de uno mismo un ser es muy serio. Estoy creándome. Y andar en la oscuridad completa en busca de nosotros mismos es lo que hacemos. Duele. Pero es el dolor del parto; nace algo que es. Se es.

Saldré de esta oscuridad donde tengo miedo, oscuridad y éxtasis. Soy el corazón de las tinieblas.

Clark Ashton Smith

In the dark, every voice could be the voice of an ancestor or a spirit guide. In the darkness, who can tell the living from the dead?

We have demonized the dark along with half of what is good within us, and half of the human race besides.