Quotes About Darkness

This is the aim of my explorations: examining the traces of happiness still to be glimpsed, I gauge its short supply. If you want to know how much darkness there is around you, you must sharpen your eyes, peering at the faint lights in the distance.

Çevresini saran karanl?k, kalle? dünya birden gizli zenginliklerini sunuyormu?, ya?amdan hala, toplu sözle?menin saat ücreti, ek ücret,çocuk yard?m?, pahal?l?k yard?m? d???nda da bir ?ey beklenebilirmi? gibi geldi Marcovaldo'ya.

So, I am relegating the bosom again to the semidarkness where centuries of sexo-maniacal puritanism and of desire considered sin have kept it. . . .

The fact is that I find in the day's light, in this diffused, pale, almost shadowless luminosity, a darkness deeper than the night's.

Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

Happiness can be found in even the Darkest of places. If only one remembers to turn on the light. -Albus Dumbledore

Your path is illuminated by the light Yet darkness lets the stars shine bright.

May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

Bertrand Russell had given a talk on the then new quantum mechanics, of whose wonders he was most appreciative. He spoke hard and earnestly in the New Lecture Hall. And when he was done, Professor Whitehead , who presided, thanked him for his efforts, and not least for 'leaving the vast darkness of the subject unobscured'.

Researching and writing my novel has taken me to some really dark places. It is when you are in these dark places that you can see: there is always hope, there is always love.

That night I was alone in my room with the lights off. The radio was on and I was staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep much at night anymore because that was when the hollow, empty feeling was the worst. At night there's nothing to hold your mind to the earth, and you spend the entire time falling into an abyss. The only cure is the rising of the sun.

Inside the house was as dark as an oil slick, so you couldn't see anything moving in the room but you could sense it. It was the same sort of sensation you would experience if a closet door were to swing silently open behind your back. Later I learned a term to describe that sensation - air displacement. What I was sensing was air being displaced by something moving from one spot to another.

Sometimes I think the biggest challenge in life is overcoming the urge to recoil in horror when you see blackness that lies slightly beneath the skin of the world.

There are many monsters, oh, many!

If nothing else, Malus Darkblade, you can be counted on to react to adversity with as much violence as physically possible"- Tzarkan

In the grim darkness of the far future there is more than war. There are real people there too.

We will spend our lives fighting to secure this Imperium, and then I fear we will spend the rest of our days fighting to keep it intact. There is such involving darkness amongst the stars. Even when the Imperium is complete, there will be no peace. We will be obliged to fight on to preserve what we have fought to establish. Peace is a vain wish. Our crusade may one day adopt another name, but it will never truly end. In the far future, there will be only war.

I was seeing patterns that were not patterns, and appreciating symbols that were not symbols, just as I had done with the bone markers. All my life, I had wanted to make sense of the world, and that desire had become so desperate, I was manufacturing sense. There were no myths. I was a woman lost in a bonehouse, bewildered by the darkness. The world had no sense to offer me, for it had none, and all the signs and signifiers were not symbols for anything.

The emptiness, the way his heels rang on the asphalt,was satisfying, emphasised his aloneness. A man alone, alone late at night with no one to say he should be home in bed.

Her father didn't know the half of her problems. Nobody did. Nobody ever would. She couldn't let anyone find out just how crazy she was, the secret she kept. She would fight her way out of that dark hole somehow. She had to, or it would swallow her for good.

We mushrooms are used to being kept in the dark and fed shit three times a day.