Quotes About Darkness

Life was an enormous rucksack so impossibly heavy that, even though it meant losing everything, it was infinitely easier to leave all baggage here on the roadside and walk on into the blackness.

Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.

But it was night, it stayed night.

If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen de light at all. Ah

I think life without spirit is in the dark, it is absurd.

I can see a great beauty in acknowledging the fact that the world is dark.

I wanted 'Alien' to be all about claustrophobia.

I like to use horror as allegory.

For me, 'Amy' is a very dark film about love.

Consequently, he is held to be one of the best husbands in France. Though not susceptible of lively interest, he never scolds, unless, to be sure, he is kept waiting. His friends have named him "dull weather," — aptly enough, for there is neither clear light nor total darkness about him.

Even so, step by step the daylight decreases, and the cicerone's droning voice grows hollower as the traveler descends into the Catacombs. The comparison holds good! Who shall say which is more ghastly, the sight of the bleached skulls or of dried-up human hearts?

Born in the City, her husband wasn't familiar with the taste of healthy, green food you had picked only hours before. The sight of earth not taken over by concrete. That in darkness, if there was no trouble, the only sounds came from small beings. He didn't know that you could ache for a place, even when it had hurt you so badly.

It was not so much a modification of the darkness, as a sigh of relief, a slight relaxing of tension, so that one felt , rather than saw, that the night had suddenly lost a shade of its density... ah! yes; there! between these two shoulders of the hills she is bleeding to death.

La canoa se deslizaba costeando el bosque, o lo que podía parecer bosque en aquella oscuridad. Más por instinto que por indicio alguno Subercasaux sentía

This is the happy time, I tell myself. I am superstitious about happiness. I worry that too much celebration of immanence, of God-goodness and life force, invites its opposite. Some pagan part of me believes that too much light draws darkness.

Fade, fade, each earthly joy; Jesus is mine! Break every earthly tie; Jesus is mine; Dark is the wilderness; Earth has no resting-place; Jesus alone can bless; Jesus is mine.

When a man was alone too much, he had only himself to look into, and what he found there was all manner of darkness.

Of such rejected pieces of ourselves are our devils made.

His lordly darkness decked in filthBearded with weed like a lady's favor,He is a black planet.

Le suicide. Noirceur, nuit blanche, point d'ombre, jour mort. Le suicide supprime ce qui suit, ce qui succède, ce qui menace, ce qui allait venir. Conséquences fatales ne viendront jamais sanctionner leurs causes, ni rectifier la logique des choses. Ce qui se paie restera impayable. Ce qui suit ne suivra plus. Les lendemains éclatent soudain dans une poussière d'impossibilité. Vraiment, le suicide est une grande invention: et je défie qui que ce soit.

Sometimes we have the absolute certainty there's something inside us that's so hideous and monstrous that if we ever search it out we won't be able to stand looking at it. But it's when we're willing to come face to face with that demon that we face the angel.

When books sweep the world with characters and plots that seem unutterably grim...you have to ask whether we willingly incorperate such material into our lives because we need more shadows, clouds, drama, or perhaps because vicarious exposure to such material equips us, psychologically, for potential exposure to the real thing. [p35, Chapter 1 Taking the rough with the smooth]

It's not that we fear the place of darkness but that we don't think we are worth the effort to find the place of light.

It's not that we fear the place of darkness, but that we don't think we are worth the effort to find the place of light.