Quotes About Darkness

My movies are very often violent and dark, but there's a spectrum of light, and that light is coming from the women.

The rise of ISIS has exposed the darkest side of humanity - at times manifesting their violent ideology at our very doorsteps.

I would like to write a book that wasn't so violent and weird, but I just don't think I can do that with my talent. I don't think it would come off.

I see 'Jekyll' as a very scary comedy thriller, partly because Hyde is violent and frightening as a character but at the same time he's very funny - and that's quite an achievement.

The planets and moons of our solar system are blatantly visible because they reflect sunlight. Without the nearby Sun, these planets would be cryptic and dark on the sky.

Monsters just outside our peripheral vision are scarier to contemplate than monsters miles away or in someplace only a fool would set foot in.

What makes night within us may leave stars. —Victor Hugo

Het is niet alsof we een kijkje nemen in die duistere krochten, het licht aandoen en een stel kakkerlakken aantreffen. Vuurvliegjes houden ook van duisternis. Er is ook schoonheid op die plekken. Maar we moeten ernaar kijken om die te kunnen zien.

Fitzgerald put it, "In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day"),

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day

Fireflies love the dark too. There's beauty in those places. But we have to look in there to see it.

as Fitzgerald put it, "In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day"), my stomach tightens and I feel paralyzed.

Mas do que temos tanto medo? Não é como se fossemos espiar naqueles cantos escuros, acender a luz e descobrir um bando de baratas. Os vagalumes também adoram a escuridão. Existe beleza nesses lugares. Mas é preciso olhar ali dentro para vê-la.

What has light to do with darkness, Marianne? What has Satan to do with God? Those are questions that Second Corinthians asks us and that you must ask yourself. You're a special being because Christ indwells you. I don't care how charming or handsome Mr Jennings is, you're not alike in the way that truly counts.

You are now in league with the devil, my lady. May you rest easier at night than I

He cradled her cheek and turned her head slightly, until their gazes met. "For whatever comfort this might bring you in the nights that follow, know this... when I thought death was a certainty, I chose a collection of memories that revolved around you to carry into the dark with me.

This is the residue of sin on planet earth. Things are broken. People are hurting. The night is here. Darkness is upon us. Yet shining in the night is a Savior, and He has come to shine on you.

The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man's thoughts.

There exists a black kingdom which the eyes of man avoid because its landscape fails signally to flatter them. This darkness, which he imagines he can dispense with in describing the light, is error with its unknown characteristics. Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be said about error: the delusion will be no greater.

No further use now for this language, this learning, this whole education through which I was taught to exert myself at the heart of the world. Mirage or mirror, a great enchantment glows in this darkness and leans against the door-jam of ravages in the classic pose assumed by death immediately after shedding her shroud. O my image of bone, here I am: let everything finally decompose in the palace of illusions and silence.

Bérénice avait deux visages, cette nuit et ce jour.

Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.

I am alone. I can see nothing at all. For ten minutes, I am lost.

Nothing but blackness aboveAnd nothing that moves but the cars...God, if you wish for our love,Fling us a handful of stars