Quotes About Darkness

On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.

The cat has always been associated with the moon. Like the moon it comes to life at night, escaping from humanity and wandering over housetops with its eyes beaming out through the darkness.

Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness?

But this is the slowed-down season held fast by darkness and if no one comes to keep you company then keep watch over your own solitude. In that stillness, you will learn with your whole body the significance of cold and the night, which is otherwise always eluding you. — Patricia Fargnoli, closing lines to "Winter Grace," Winter (Hobblebush Books, 2013)

stars pricked the night sky.

At night, low hearths will send up wispy curls of smoke fragrant with a dozen dinners, and darkness will clothe the land.

I go through to lie on my bed and leave the light offI watch the city lightes move accross the ceiling, splintering up the darkness. It's not ever really dark in our room. Even with the lights off, the cars and neons and street lights leave a glow all the time.

He is love, and when love comes in, hatred and selfishness and unkindness will give way to it, just as the darkness gives way when you let in the sunshine. But try to chase it alone would be trying to chase the shadows out of a dark room. It would be a waste of time.

She had long been a cold and calculating person, and yet she had never given in to the darkness entirely. She would remember her mother's touch or the voice of a lost friend, and the tiniest bit of hope would return.

La nuit avance ainsi, dans l'hécatombe des héroïsmes et le hasard des survivances.

In writing this book, I send out signals, like a lighthouse beacon in whose power to illuminate the darkness, alas, I have no faith. But I live in hope.

How long did they stay there in that room, on the narrow bed? She had a scar on her shoulder, in the shape of a star, that Louis couldn't help but run his lips over. A souvenir of a fall from a horse. It got dark. They could hear the clattering of hooves, a whinny, and the high-pitched voice of the marquis giving orders at more and more distant intervals, like a motif on a flute, clear and desolate, returning again and again.

It's always darkest before the dawn, Todd." I look at him, baffled. "No, it ain't! What kinda stupid saying is that? It's always lightest before the dawn!

For there are devils in the deep, but worst are the ones we make.

And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside me. And i fall back into it.

Will the world end in darkness because it is foretold? Or because there will be those who believe it so strongly they will make it so?

Maybe it takes a devil to fight a devil," I said. "But at the end of that fight, Bathsheba," he said, "don't only devils remain?

I hate myself so much I want to stick a knife in my heart.

The ability to make fire at will. It allowed us light to see in the darkness, warmth against the cold, a tool to cook our food.' He gestured vaguely in the direction of the Delta's engines. 'Fire is what eventually led to travel across the black beyond, the ability to start a new life on a New World.

Will the world end in darkness because it is foretold? Or because there will be those who believe it so strongly they will make it so? In the fear that I always try to hide in my heart, I wonder if there is even a difference.

He looks up and the loss in his Noise is so great it feels like i'm standing on the edge of an Abyss, that I'm about to fall down into him, into blackness so empty and lonely there'd never be a way out.

If you fight the devil, you become him." "Maybe it takes a devil to fight a devil," I said. "But at the end of that fight, Bathsheba," he said, "don't only devils remain?

And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside of me.

For there are devils in the deep but worse are the ones we make.