Quotes About Darkness

If we go as far as we can into the darkness, regardless of the consequences, I believe a midnight truth will free us from our bondage to violence and bring us to the light of peace.

Contemplative prayer is a method of exposing and disengaging from the ordinary obstacles to our awareness of God's presence with us. This prayer is not an end, but a beginning. It's easy to give in to the temptation to chase after the enemy every time he shows himself; sometimes it's the right thing to do. There is a better way to defeat him—fix our eyes and our hearts steadfastly on Jesus. His light will drive out the darkness.

He'd felt the same way some nights on patrol, hearing the jungle shift and creak around him in the dark. His head saying, go ahead, take your best shot, I'm not scared of you slanty-eyed buttwipes. And at the same time his heart was trying to parachute out his asshole.

A lost election can have the jolt of a drop through the gallows door, leading to a dark night of the soul in which the future presses down like a cloud that will never lift.

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.I have wasted my life.

In the dark night of the soul, it is always three A.M.

I fear I am forbidden fruit," he sighed into her hair. Her hands grasped him in answer. "I would know such fruit. For always." "Oh, sweetness, you know not what you are saying. It can be so dark here, with me." "I'm not afraid." Even as he gave up and kissed her, he murmured a warning. "You should be. You should be.

I knew that were I ever to emerge from my darkness to seek a more excellent way of living...this must be my first step: to choose to forgive. It was a dangerous and desperate step, but how I yearned for the respite it could afford - if indeed there were any respite to be had. p 233

There will always be a light in the darkness when we are willing to make compromises.

He was praying the Psalms, as he'd done in times past, with the enemies of King David translated into his own enemies of fear and remorse and self-loathing, which, in their legions, had become as armies of darkness.

In Isaiah, God said, 'I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord . . .' Times of darkness can be some of the best times.

maar in die halfdonkerte daar sien sy niks anders as verwaarlosing nie.

Hij keek even naar de drol. Het uiteinde glansde van een slijmerige bloederige afscheiding. In het stuk krant hield hij hem als een sigaar tussen zijn vingers, bracht hem halverwege naar zijn mond en keek mismoedig met treurige hondeogen naar een denkbeeldige voorbijganger. 'Hebt u een vuurtje voor me,' vroeg hij somber.

I looked right into the face of pure evil. And the worst part is, it wasn't the enemy.

When you sat in the dark every day, it was hard to know how much time passed.

and my professional idol Vanessa Redgrave. There is a quality about Vanessa that makes me feel as if she resides in a nether-world of mystery that eludes the rest of us mortals. Her voice seems to come from some deep place that knows all suffering and all secrets. Watching her work is like seeing through layers of glass, each layer painted in mythic watercolor images, layer after layer, until it becomes dark—but even then you know you haven't come to the bottom of it.

skull stares at me with foreboding, another one a head with an open-mouthed scream. They run together so they're barely distinguishable, the black rose the only reminder of his humanity.

All these thoughts moved through her head like moths around a fire, sometimes vanishing into the darkness, sometimes catching light and zigzagging crazily about.

If it's darkness we're having, let it be extravagant.

A shadowless man is a monster, a devil, a thing of evil. A man without a shadow is soulless. A shadow without a man is a pitiable shred. Yet together, light and dark, they make a whole.

I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.

What was being weighed on the scales of the night

From the first place of liquid darkness, within the second place of air and light, I set down the following record with its mixture of fact and truths and memories of truths and its direction always toward the Third Place, where the starting point is myth.

I'm not there, she thought. I'm not there. I'm nowhere. She felt the world go dark with sudden exclusion and she was beating her wings against the door of the dark but no one opened the door; indeed, no one heard.