Quotes About Darkness

We don't know the value of darkness until we have destroyed it.

The houses that trouble me most are the ones with a lamp on all night and people living inside. I don't look at those lamps and think what a waste of electricity or money they are. It's another waste I see. For every watt that shines in the darkness, I see restless sleepers drifting further and further from their souls.

Inside the dark we are unprotected, and our troubles always come close.

Twenty times a day, twenty different beings demand and receive from us the gift of what is best within us: our whole life offered forever in a moment. Perhaps these miracles demand darkness and silence? Then it will not be a novelist but a poet who will come to reveal them to us in whispers. And we'll pretend to not have understood in order to continue to be able to understand.

Curiosity is the light in the darkness.

It is not surprising that Spain found a need for the word duende. It is the only country where death in the bullring is a national spectacle, the only nation where death is announced by the explosion of trumpets and drums. The bullring, divided in sol y sombre – the light and shade, is the perfect metaphor for life and death, a passing from the light into darkness. Every matador who ever lived had duende and no death is more profound than death in the bullring.

Anything that glows in the dark can be a silhouette of hope for mankind.

Anything that glows in the dark can be a silhoutte of hope for mankind.

It's so hard being goth. You have to have a bad time everywhere.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

She had opened a door... and now she was walking with demons. And at the end of her travels, she would have her revenge... Pain had made a sadist of her.

The room was cold as the grave.

Primejdie! Ne b?l?cim cu toÈ›ii în bezna morÈ›ii, în ea dispare mereu câte un cap...

In the presence of the storm, thunderbolts, hurricane, rain, darkness, and the lions, which might be concealed but a few paces away, he felt disarmed and helpless.

If there were no sun, all the stars would not suffice to prevent its being night.

A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.

The condition in which the pagan world dwells outside of the special revelation is portrayed in Holy Scripture as darkness, ignorance, self-invented wisdom, and great unrighteousness. The preaching that addresses them is thus a calling to come out of darkness into the light; it is an invitation to be converted from idols and to serve the living and true God.

There is enough light for those who only desire to see and enough darkness for those of a contrary disposition. There is enough clarity to illumine the elect and enough darkness to humble them. There is enough darkness to render the reprobate sightless and enough clarity to condemn them and to render them inexcusable.

Ka disa pseudoepoka paqeje, gjate te cilave edhe veprimet me te mira na duken te dyshimta dhe na ngjallin nje mosbesim te fshehte, ku edhe vete meshira na duket si shtazeri. Nga ana tjeter, ka periudha gjate te cilave imoraliteti i paskrupullt, gabimet, padrejtesite, vesi dhe krimi formojne sfondin e nje tabele sublime, ngazellyese, dhe sherbejne vetem per t'i dhene asaj nje vule vertetesie. Sa me te erreta jane njollat, aq me te ndritshme duken vendet e ndricuara.

In the morning he would forget all of it—but the night was not yet over. And somewhere in the darkest, iciest low part of it, when even owls and loons were prompted to noiselessness out of either fear or respect, he slipped deeper into sleep, as deep into it as a man could go without losing all chance of coming back. Still, even in the pit of it, he could hear and identify the sound. The rocker, creaking.

Outside, in and about the snow and the dark, where fancies dangled and fear hung over the starched snow in rolling mists, something was coming to pass.

Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams for help, screams for the spirit. This is Expressionism.

No one can see another in the darkness, Esch, and that cloudless clarity of yours is only a dream. You know that I cannot keep you beside me, much as you fear your loneliness. We are a lost generation. I too can only go about my business.

Such a person does not cease longing after insatiable appetites, struggling in the darkness without satisfaction. This tortures him and makes the fire grow upon him all the more.