Quotes About Darkness

Wij noemen hen Kraaien. Omdat ze zo hebberig zijn en zich voeden met de dood.

Fear of the dark. Until I came here, I thought that was for children; that you grew out of it. But it never really goes away. It's always there underneath. The oldest fear of all. What's at the back of the cave? Eriksson was right. One mustn't think too much. Keep busy, walk every day, that's what he said. I've got to follow that to the letter. Especially the walks.

Ben je gewond? Heeft hij je pijn gedaan?' Ze schudde haar hoofd, maar ze zag spierwit, en in haar ogen stond een duistere blik, die daar door Thiazzi's toedoen was ontstaan. Ze deed haar mond open om iets te zeggen, vertrok toen haar gezicht en wendde zich af. Zo zag ze er heel kwetsbaar uit, en hij sloeg zijn armen om haar heen en trok haar tegen zich aan.

Demons. Eagerly,

and give me insults, give me economic discrimination, give me the darkened parking lot of a windowless queer bar, give me fleets of bigots and books banned in libraries across america, feed the world with lies about my life and plop a second helping of oppression on my plate and thank you for not making me straight.

Paint it black

There is a dark side to all in this universe. Even this earth is dark for twelve hours in cycles. Darkness is simply absence of light, learn to be comfortable in it too. Life's wisdom grows when you experience to live in contrast and grow amidst contradictions. Let not any darkness leave you paralysed, expand your awareness switch on your inner light and be illuminised, get MickeyMized.

Serial killers are not monsters; they are human beings with tortured souls.

I understand serial killers' emptiness.

el viento que mordía hielo para soplar de noche.

La nuit était si sombre que l'eau des rivières se cognait aux pierres des montagnes et, au-delà des montagnes, Dieu, qui est parfois come un dentiste fou, avec la main du vent, arrachait les arbres avec leur racines.

Warmth, warmth, more warmth! For we are dying of cold and not darkness. It is not the night that kills, but the frost.

When God has abandoned you and the devil is snapping at your heels, what you really need on your side is a bigger devil.

Happy Families. What's that all about, eh? A bloody busted flush is what it is. You surround yourself with other people so the night doesn't seem quite so dark. Shout down the sound of the wind with arguments about whose turn it is to wash the dishes. Best not to kid yourself. Best not to give any hostages to fortune. You're on your own in the end. Always. Where else would you want to be?

In the dark, I heard your voice. What did you say? I said, "Hey, you on the other side, let her go. Because for her… I'll cross over. And then you'll be sorry.

And I looked down into the end of the world and saw the beast, and in his right hand was the key to the bottomless pit.' - Pope Sylvester II, A.D. 999

Los Cuatro Jinetes ya cabalgan por el mundo. Oscureceremos el sol, haremos sangrar a la luna y apagaremos las estrellas.

my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

Šta osvetljava naše snove, koji se dešavaju u potpunoj pomra?ini, iza sklopljenih o?iju? Se?anje na svetlost, koje više nema, ili svetlost budu?nosti, koju kao predujam uzimamo od sutrašnjeg dana, mada još nije svanuo? - U oba slu?aja to je nepostoje?a svetlost. Prema tome, svejedno nam je koji je odgovor ta?an I pitanje treba uzeti kao nepostoje?e.

Walachia, where, Satan claimed, every man is born a poet, lives like a thief, and dies a vampire.

Her worst terrors came during the night. She could believe in herself in daylight, but alone in the pitch-blackness of the cellar she doubted her very existence. However hard she strained to see the walls and the floor, even her hand before her face, there was only darkness. And the darkness was more alive than she was.

tradition is the guru, the person who turns darkness (gu) into light (ru). The guru, in other words, is a teacher.

It's that keeping the heart open, even in hell, makes space for the Beloved. It is in the darkest nights of our souls, when all we know is that we know nothing, that the presence of the sacred may quietly well up, mingling with our pain and connecting us to a love that will never die.

I saw the darkness swirling inside him. I saw that his feet did not touch the ground when he played basketball at recess. In moments, he was flying. Not like a bird but subtly, like a person.