Quotes About Darkness

The void and the unspeakable loneliness, the stillness and the silence and the darkness that awaited beneath the sod: no, no movement; no breathing; nothing. Too much … too much.

It could be worse, Shawn said... We're all sitting around this fire not knowing which one among us is the person who has been systematically picking us off... Now imagine that while we're sitting here, Reggie's head falls off his body, grows spider legs, and runs away into the darkness. The silence following Shawn's remark was the quietest Gus had ever heard. Even the fire stopped popping and sparking for a moment.

Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage.

A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.

'Tis a naughty night to swim in.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops.

Macbeth: What is the night?Lady Macbeth: Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

The owl, night's herald.

Come, seeling night,Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,And with thy bloody and invisible handCancel and tear to pieces that great bondWhich keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crowMakes wing to the rooky wood.

A little touch of Harry in the night.

My fell of hairWould at a dismal treatise rouse and stirAs life were in 't. I have supp'd full with horrors.

Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flownHis cloister'd flight, ere, to black Hecate's summonsThe shard-borne beetle with his drowsy humsHath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be doneA deed of dreadful note.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,Brief as the lightning in the collied night,That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"The jaws of darkness do devour it up:So quick bright things come to confusion.

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,Which gives the stern'st good-night.

Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore CawdorShall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

This will last out a night in Russia,When nights are longest there.

This night methinks is but the daylight sick.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is.

We have heard the chimes at midnight.

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,To cry, "Hold, hold!"

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?