Quotes About Darkness

I hope it does, he thought, see clearly, because I can't any longer these days see into myself. I see only murk. Murk outside; murk inside. I hope, for everyone's sake, the scanners do better. Because, he thought, if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I myself do, then we are cursed, cursed again and like we have been continually, and we'll wind up dead this way, knowing very little and getting that little fragment wrong too.

I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark.

Ve sonunda üzüntünün program?n? buldum." Karanl?k ve küstah bir havaya bürünen yüzü sanki büyük bir zafer kazanm??ças?na tatminkârd?. "Ve her ay iki kez olmak üzere program?ma bu numaray? da katt?m. Bence ayda iki kez olan biten her ÅŸeye üzülmek için yeterli bir süre, sence de öyle deÄŸil mi?

Already Sam Regan could feel the power of the drug wearing off; he felt weak and afraid and bitterly sickened at the realization. So goddamn soon, he said to himself. All over; back to the hovel, to the pit in which we twist and cringe like worms in a paper bag, huddled away from the daylight.

Horror does not need the dark, and sometimes a truly evil deed shuns the shadows.

If you stand / there long enough the air will thicken / with dusk and dust and exhaust / and finally with / a starless dark. The day will become something / it's never been before, something for / which I have no name.

There is time, and there is what is beyond time. There is darkness, and there is light. There is the world and the flesh, and there is God.

I can't bear the thought of oblivion, Asriel," she continued. "Sooner anything than that. I used to think pain would be worse—to be tortured forever—I thought that must be worse . . . But as long as you were conscious, it would be better, wouldn't it? Better than feeling nothing, just going into the dark, everything going out forever and ever?

Le soleil noir de la Mélancolie.

nothing. "I can't bear the thought of oblivion, Asriel," she continued. "Sooner anything than that. I used to think pain would be worse—to be tortured forever—I thought that must be worse Ã¢â'¬Â¦ But as long as you were conscious, it would be better, wouldn't it? Better than feeling nothing, just going into the dark, everything going out forever and ever?

I can't bear the thought of oblivion, Asriel, she continued. Sooner anything than that. I used to think pain would be worse – to be tortured for ever – I thought that must be worse... But as long as you were conscious, it would be better, wouldn't it? Better than feeling nothing, just going into the dark, everything going out for ever and ever?

As darkness was falling at the edge of the Fens, rain started to fall too.

They gave her another image: she was enticing monsters out of the darkness of herself.

and it would all go back to the way it used to be. At the same time, he knew it wouldn't, but he had to hold on to something in the dark nights, and imagination was all he had.

When we are born we are magical and loving and full of wonder. But darkness and ignorance surround us at every corner. Until the day someone calls us a monster or a devil and we believe them.

Slit my skull open. Know what it'll be like? Like slitting open the guts of a great white shark. Stuff'll come out like you wouldn't fucking believe.

When the Devil gets bored he tells stories to his bats and these bats fly to us and give us these stories as nightmares.

We're all as bad as each other. All hungry little cannibals at our own cannibal party. So fuck the milk of human kindness and welcome to the abattoir!

Curiously, the darkness seemed to have something to do with Harriet, Ron's intended, and I thought for a time that it was simply the reality of Harriet's arrival that had dramatized the passing of time: we had been talking about it and now suddenly it was here — just as Brenda's departure would be here before we knew it.

what I saw was my bewildered father, alone on the darkening street-corner by the park that used to be our paradise, thinking himself and all of Jewry gratuitously disgraced and jeopardized by my inexplicable betrayal.

I went to her for comfort and found her almost hostile. Her eyes were dark and she was silent and trying with every fiber to look Unhappy.

If you want to fight evil, you have to climb down in the slime to do so.

Hatred is like a plague. It is all-consuming, and it springs from man to man.

The night has a capacity for terror that the day can never match.