Quotes About Darkness

Destruction and ruin," she says with a clack of her tongue. "I can practically smell it on you.

It would be better to disconnect from everything, to float free from my body, to be nothing in an endless night of nothing.

soul." "There cannot be," said Ravan. "A person cannot be Devoured by their own soul. It would be like being murdered by life.

And yet it had happened. A window had been left open to the night, and a vampire had crawled through.

We all have things inside ourselves we can't kill,' I say, not sure which part of me would be better off dead: this monster self, or the normal one who wants nothing more than a little place on a little planet with his friends, the one who will have to live with being a killer.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, SONNET CXLVII

There is a pleasure in being with them,' he says. 'Taking what we want, indulging in every terrible thought. There's safety in being awful.

why it's a scary story.

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At night, the human world looks as though it's full of fallen stars.

I have been Madoc's protégé and Dain's creature. I don't know how to win any other way but theirs. It is no recipe for being a hero, but it is a recipe for success. I know how to drive a knife through my own hand. I know how to hate and be hated. And I know how to win the day, provided I am willing to sacrifice everything good in me for it.

Their laughter floods the hallway, sounding like the cawing of crows.

His hand comes up with a cloth smelling of cloying sweetness. He presses it over my nose and mouth. I feel my limbs go loose, and a moment later, I feel nothing at all.

every night for seven months and seven days, he must bring her a cube of fresh human flesh. He may cut it from himself or from another, whichever he prefers.

Sometimes it feels as though there's a knot inside me, and were it to come apart, whatever emerged would be all teeth.

We trade kisses in the darkness, blurred by exhaustion.

Sometimes it seemed as though all her life was already used up in that dark basement, as if her mother's mouth on Tana's arm was the last thing in her life before this that had felt real. Everything else was just prologue and epilogue.

Furnished in elaborate velvets, silks, and brocades, it's a riot of scarlet and deep blues and greens, everything rich and dark, like overripe fruit. The patterns on the material are the sorts of things I have become accustomed to- intricate braids of briars, leaves that might also be spiders when you looked at them from another angle, and a depiction of a hunt where it is unclear which of the creatures is hunting the other.

Hate that was so bright and hot that it was the first thing that truly warmed him. Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

I can see when the light goes out of his eyes, like a torch thrown into the sea.

I'm the kind of vampire that you'd be, one who's new at this and basically out of control. I've already killed someone and I can't guarantee I'm not going to do it again. I'm the one who infected this girl.

Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven't been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It's a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. It's road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.