Quotes About Darkness

We can never comprehend the depths of gloom of night in the light of day".

Dean Koontz's Intensity.

The darkest and most complex novel in (the Murdoch) series.

Look! A riddle! Time for fun! Should we use a rope or gun? Knives are sharp and gleam so pretty Poison's slow, which is a pity Fire is festive, drowning's slow Hanging's a ropy way to go A broken head, a nasty fall A car colliding with a wall Bombs make a very jolly noise Such ways to punish naughty boys! What shall we use? We can't decide. Just like you cannot run or hide. Ha ha. Truly, Devious

more or less in keeping with the intuition, common to the greater part of men, that death is a falling into a dark and immense silence, into an indefinite unconsciousness.

Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?

Bees will not work except in darkness; Thought will not work except in Silence; neither will Virtue Work except in secrecy.

Are we to believe that earth marks the most advanced stage and the most favoured experiment? What, then, can the thought of the universe have done and against what darkness must it have struggled, to have come no farther than this?

I think that most people would rather face the light of a real enemy than the darkness of their imagined fears.

We are readying ourselves to enter a long tunnel full of blood and darkness (Andre Gide, 28 July 1914)

Please tread carefully and keep away from the shadows; you are about to enter the abyss.

She was one of the stars, a bright dot in blackness, without home, without a companion, in eternal cold and silence.

My hands scrabbled in a wide, frantic arc and touched something hard and round. Wood. I pulled myself forward a few inches, grasped it and, afraid to look, felt above it to a firm, cloth-covered surface. It was a chair. I forced my eyes open. I

All men have crimes, and most of them are hidden.

This thing that men call justice, this blind snake that strikes men down in the dark, mindless with fury, keep your hand back from it, pass by in silence.

Now can it be men die and carry thence no memory of death, only this curious lightness of the hands, only this curious darkness of the mind, only to be still changeless with the winters passing; not gray, not lined, not stricken down, but stamped forever on the moving air, and echo and an image?

Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

Uvijek svi znaju za nesre?u i zlo, samo dobro ostaje skriveno.

U mraku, u magli, u kricima i zvižducima, u o?ajanju kojem nisam nalazio razlog, u toj dugoj no?i nesna, u crnom strahu koji nije od neprijatelja, ve? od ne?ega od mene, rodio sam se ovakav kakav sam, nesiguran u sve svoje i u sve ljudsko.

I love words; it doesn't matter which, it doesn't matter about what. (I am writing down, at random, things that he said one night, while the kasaba slept in the darkness.) Conversation is a link between people, maybe the only one. That's what an old soldier taught me, we were captured together, thrown into a prison together, chained together and bound to the same iron ring on the wall.

i ljeto se ohladilo, a mi smo se krili mrakom, ne žele?i da iko sazna koliko smo postali potrebni jedno drugome. A svi su znali. Sve više sam s njom, i kad sam sam.

Mržnja je bila u meni kao mra?na i strašna snaga

Sve se izmijeni kad padne tama. Za grijeh nije ostavljeno jedno odre?eno doba, ali je njegovo prirodno vrijeme no? (sad spavaju pametna mala i tupava velika djeca, i oni što stignu da svrše zlo za dana). I uvijek kad se ne vidi.