Quotes About Darkness

He and Cooper were a lot alike. That was why Mercer had Cooper hunting him. Darkness clung to them both. They were loners. Killers. In the end, though, only one of them would survive this game. It wouldn't be Cooper. Pity. He'd once called the man friend. Now, he just thought of Cooper Marshall as a target.

The darkness of the night could hide so much. He'd always enjoyed killing in that darkness.

Luke Thorne was the Lord of the Dark. He was the devil in disguise. He was the baddest of the bad. And he was pretty sure all of that shit should be on a t-shirt.

Oh that was good. Reminded her why she'd gone with him that first night. He'd been tall, strong, and she'd taken one look at him and realized-The kind of man who never fears. A man who fights. Who wins. A guy strong enough to face the dark with her.

I fear the dark. The dark is where preexistence abides. It is not possible to think of pre-existence, but one dreads its facsimile: post-existence. Do not erase, obliterate, or annihilate me. Mother, my mother. I will serve you. Use me in the wide world.

Perhaps the story of the human race is best understood as a journey through particularly hazardous terrain, in the dark, in a not very well-serviced vehicle, with a succession of drivers of varying competence, in assorted states of inebreiation

Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion avarice, and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness.

Monsters from the Id!

The bright side of the planet moves towards darkness and the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour, and for me, now as then, it is too much. There is too much world.

How many times I have floated with you, transfixed in the middle of the night, hearing some voice above your horror-stricken church; a cry of grouse, a rustle of the heath were stalking in you and two apples shone on the table or open scissors glittered- and we were alike: apples, scissors, darkness, and I under the same immobile Assyrian, Egyptian, and Roman moon.

Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flowerdown the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on bluenesseven where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted Septemberto the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.

If you can't laugh at the dark, you shouldn't grin like the Sphinx. Understand?

I saw the horrible way that people could treat each other. That may be the saddest thing of all. I saw greed and anger and murder and a total lack of concern for human life. It was a wicked side of the human soul that I saw... and it saddened me to know that such a dark place existed.

War is horrible," I said, trying to damp her down. "If you had lived through the war you wouldn't think it glorious. War is just agony. It's living under a dark cloud all the time and wondering if someone you love has been killed.

Things always seem worse at night, and any sort of trouble is magnified. The darkness, the stillness, the feeling that everybody else is safely and soundly asleep give rise to feelings of desperation.

Dont you know... I'm the boggyman."-St. Dane

The point about hope is that it is something that occurs in very dark moments. It is like a flame in the darkness; it isn't like a confidence and a promise.

I was a strange, dark little dude. I fell in love with horror movies, at a very early age. Somehow, as a first grader, I was able to convince my parents to let me go see stuff like 'An American Werewolf in London' in theaters, so I was headed in that direction anyway.

I definitely have a dark side of me that can be pretty vicious... as we all do.

The thing is, I never see my characters as psychopaths. I see them as really crippled victims who just happen to do bad things. And I never see them as bad guys; I see them as darker characters. I never see anything as good or bad; it's more light or dark, and the in-between is the grey.

I read," came his gravelly voice. "I walk. Occasionally I swim in the river." She was suddenly grateful for the darkness, as the thought of his unclothed body sliding through the water caused her to flush.

Kiss me again." "How dare you suggest—" "No one will know." "You don't understand," she whispered shakily. "This isn't like me…. I don't do these things." "We're strangers in the darkness," he whispered back. "We'll never be together like this again. No, don't pull away. Show me how an evening can be magical." His lips brushed the rim of her ear, unexpectedly soft and entreating.

Sing to me," Merripen whispered as the blinding darkness rolled over him. Win continued to stroke his head as she crooned a lullaby. His fingers touched her throat, seeking the precious vibration of her voice, and the sparks faded as he lost himself in her, his fate, at last.

The sound of a boot heel striking her hardwood floor. The darkness coalesced, gained an outline. A tall, broad-shouldered figure dressed in black stepped forward. A deep voice said, "I won't let you go to Worontzoff's house, Charity.