Quotes About Darkness

The abandoned bonfire kills its own light.

Your name is the disease of things at midnight.

si no murió, aunque espero que sí y espero, naturalmente, que haya sido de una muerte grotesca y terrible como por ejemplo cáncer en el culo),

Lo que sucede es esto: un estado infantil de frustración continua, un anhelar algo y sentirme culpable del anhelo, un deseo de amor pero también una oscura complacencia de no ser amada.

And at night, always, a tribe of mutilated words, looks for refuge in my throat.

when the night is a bit more than some little suns pulled apart when the heart lets loose a cry our disquietude wrings dry

Hacer el amor adentro de nuestro abrazo significó una luz negra: la oscuridad se puso a brillar. Era la luz reencontrada, doblemente apagada pero de algún modo más viva que mil soles.

También sabemos que cualquier constelación es una trampa del pensamiento. A veces nos complacemos en trazar líneas que unen puntos, fechas, estrellas, sucesos. Entonces creemos que hay algo en común entre esos sucesos, estrellas, fechas y puntos, sin darnos cuenta de que el único parentesco es el que hemos dibujado nosotros con tendencioso lápiz. Una última consideración: la oscuridad del cielo debe ser entendida como un don.

para que el hombre se haga luz, la mujer deberá enterrar su lámpara en las tinieblas" Donde Mejor Canta un Pájaro

El agua de Venecia esconde ya demasiada oscuridad y en el limo de la laguna no hay espacio para más. Venecia se levanta sobre los secretos y errores de los que quisieron venir aquí a olvidar y la ciudad se hunde sobre ellos.

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true

Yeah, but where I come from, we have lights at night." "We do, too. They are called stars. They are quite romantic.

It's kind of a dark little life . . . being a paranoiac, but it's also not without its comforts.

How often we sit weeping — you and I — over the life we lead! My friends, if you only knew the darkness of the days ahead!

The mirror's light sparks in the eyes, And horrified, my lids drawn tight, I step back to that realm of night Where not a single exit lies... (Untitled: "I pass away this life of mine...")

The night is a wonderful country to rule.

If Chopin's Nocturne in F Minor, op. 55, no. 1 is like looking for a love lost in the darkness, this is the descent into love, in all its richness, mortifications, and subsequent glories.

The black sky just kept assuming deeper shades of black until, suddenly, it had blacked itself out entirely.

IT HAPPENED SO QUICKLY, so unexpectedly, that Little Jon's cry was almost instantly cut short as the blackness closed over him.

Sometimes, I think I'm the child of the Devil. Honestly, I do believe that. I've invited the Devil in, and now I can't get him out. I've tried burning him out and cutting him out and he don't take no notice. Why should he? He doesn't want to be homeless. He's got me. Little, skinny, violent me.

Atheists put on false courage in the midst of their darkness and misaprehensions, like children who, when they fear to go in the dark,will sing or whistle to keep their courage.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.

LO! THY DREAD EMPIRE, CHAOS! IS RESTOR'D; LIGHT DIES BEFORE THY UNCREATING WORD; THY HAND, GREAT ANARCH! LETS THE CURTAIN FALL; AND UNIVERSAL DARKNESS BURIES ALL

The light God sent was his Son: the same light that had been shining unextinguished in the world's darkness all along, seen now in full brightness.