Quotes About Darkness

lightning! Mephistopheles and Beelzebub!

He has his good side and his bad side. Very dark indeed is his majesty when he wants to be. When he was young, he made a choice, like a tree does when it decides to grow one way or the other. He grew large and green until he shadowed over the whole forest, but most of his branches are twisted.

Trusting God when the miracle does not come, when the urgent prayer gets no answer, when there is only darkness—this is the kind of faith God values perhaps most of all. This is the kind of faith that can be developed and displayed only in the midst of difficult circumstances. This is the kind of faith that cannot be shaken because it is the result of having been shaken.

Whoever said our oldest fear is fear of the unknown, knew what he was talking about. All the electric lights and brick walls we've constructed never seem to take the edge off the suspicion that somewhere out there in the dark, some thing is waiting for us. For a handful of people in Silicon Valley that summer, the thing stopped waiting and stepped out of the night. • Ã¢â'¬Â¢ Ã¢â'¬Â¢

Well, I like him. There's a darkness to him. But does he make it all the way through?" She shrugged. "It's entirely up to him." "What do you mean?" He smiled quizzically at her. "Characters talk to you. Transform. Make choices," she replied. "Choices," he echoed. "Of who they become.

Tu avais commencé sous l'égide de Miranda à écrire des éloges du présent mais maintenant, son présent s'était rétréci jusqu'à n'être qu'un minuscule point de lumière, les ténèbres alentours te confondaient.

This world is made of darkness and light, my girl, and in the darkest times you have to believe the sun will come again, even if you yourself don't live to see it.

Light with thee walk; dark from thee flee.

we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." (Ephesians 6:12)

Even in the the dark times, He is there. And in the good times we need to be good stewards of the blessing.~ pg 219

Oh shit, Mary whispered in the dark.

It is the darkness that makes the light visible, and not the other way around.

We all, everyone one of us, carry a star inside our chests. ...Light and darkness are always side-by-side. If you show even the slightest fear or tears to the darkness, it will immediately swell and come attacking, and swallow up the light. Serenity, in order to defeat the darkness and dark souls, you must keep the star inside your chest burning brightly at all times. That is your most important charge.

The night birds were calling.

It's enough for her to know, sitting in there in the dark, that if she really wanted to she could get out. The knowledge is as good as freedom.

My hand found the kitchen light switch before I could remember that I might not know where it was.

She had been brought up to believe in God. To believe in people. To believe that evil didn't really exist, that it was simply an absence of good, the way darkness is an absence of light.

And when you've fought to earn your place amongst the living, you get to enjoy the spoils," he grimaces. "So I drink more and I fuck more. Because unlike some normal asshole in a normal tie sitting behind his normal computer, I know what lurks in the dark.

Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him'?" I whisper-quote like I'm dreaming. Then I shake my head. "I was in Macbeth

the artist and the alcoholic have parallel paths. They both go into the darkness, but the alcoholic gets stuck there. The artist (if she is not also addicted) goes into the darkness and is transformed by the experience and comes out more alive.

The things that make you a functional citizen in society - manners, discretion, cordiality - don't necessarily make you a good writer. Writing needs raw truth, wants your suffering and darkness on the table, revels in a cutting mind that takes no prisoners...

Jonah's breath came fast and shallow. I reached for his hand. He turned his face to me, his eyes wide with panic. Two frozen ponds. A boy screamed and pounded on the surface, trapped under the ice. Panicking. Trying to break through. But his screams faded, his fists flailed, and he slipped away into the dark. The boy was gone. Nothing left but the ice, clear and smooth enough to skate on.

He is dark as history, origin of the word native: the weight of blood

The Advent movement was born in failure rather than success, error rather than truth, darkness rather than light, and sorrow rather than joy.