Quotes About Darkness

Humans are born into the light Shining good, shining bright Only evil thrives at night Let us banish them from our sight.

I neither require nor desire your gratitude, mistress. I want nothing in these worlds save your death." Volusian to Eugenie

She clung to me and stammered out, "I don't want to sleep with the lights out." "You don't ever have to sleep in the dark again," I swore to her.

There's nothing beautiful here. Only death." "That's only true if you let them make it true,

Strigoi don't see beauty. Only death. You found something beautiful. One thing that's beautiful.

La guerra fa emergere il mostro che è nell'uomo.

We're no longer in the Animal Kingdom, we're in Maleficent's kingdom.

Hush, now. Assay the terrain: all around us dark and the perimeter in flames, but the stars— tiny, missionary stars— on high, serene, studding the inky brow of heaven.

That's animals, same thing doesn't happen to people does it? That's gonna happen to me someday, too? No, not me. I ain't dying. I don't care what they say, I ain't dying. I'm not lying on my back under the ground in everlasting darkness. Not me. I'm not closing my eyes. If I close my eyes, I might not open them.

If you can think of anything more terrifying than that happening to you in the middle of the night, then let's hear about it.

It was something black . . . Something tall and black . . . Something very tall and very black and very thin.

This, he thought, is what hell must be like. Hell without heat. There was something unholy about it all, something unbelievably diabolical.

Back in the cave

You really aren't here at all. There isn't anybody but me. Jane, here alone in the dark, I miss you dreadfully!

It is not the monsters of the world who make such chaos but the collective shadow to which every one of us has contributed.

In alchemy one goes through four stages of development: the nigredo, in which one experiences the darkness and depression of life; the albedo, in which one sees the brightness of things; the rubedo, where one discovers passion; and finally the citrino, where one appreciates the goldenness of life.

The gold is related to our higher calling, and this can be hard to accept at certain stages in life. Ignoring the gold can be as damaging as ignoring the dark side of the psyche, and some people may suffer a severe shock or illness before they learn how to let the gold out. Indeed, this kind of intense experience my be necessary to show us that an important part of us is lying dormant or unused.

The ego and the shadow come from the same source and exactly balance each other. To make light is to make shadow; one cannot exist without the other.

Only awareness of your shadow qualities can help you to find an appropriate place for your unredeemed darkness and thereby create a more satisfying experience. To not do this work is to remain trapped in the tedium, loneliness, agitations, and disappointments of a circumscribed life rather than awakening to your higher calling.

So far so good. I had a recently widowed mother and her orphaned son crying hysterically. Maybe for an encore I could shoot the family dog.

She laughed in the darkness. "Of course it is," she said. "That's the story of your life. What doesn't matter. It's how you look when you do it.

Norman stirred, turned, and then fell into a darkness deeper and more engulfing than the swamp.

Yes, Norman, I suppose you're right. That's where I'd probably be. But I wouldn't be there alone. Norman slammed the door, locked it, and turned away. He wasn't quite sure, but as he ran up the cellar steps he thought he could still hear her chuckling gently in the dark.

That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good: I found A thing to do, and all her hair In one long yellow string I wound Three times her little throat around, And strangled her. No pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain. As a shut bud that holds a bee, I warily oped her lids: again Laughed the blue eyes without a stain. And I untightened the next tress About her neck; her cheek once more Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss . . .