Quotes About Darkness

Then the friendless man wakes again and sees the dark waves surging around him

It is appropriate for the "men of Issachar" to strive to "understand the times" and do battle with those ideas that corrupt the world (1 Chron. 12:32, 2 Cor. 10:4-5). On the other hand, the Christian reader must consciously hold the ideas at arm's length, so as not to commune with the unfruitful works of darkness, or meditate long and hard on things that are not true, not lovely, and not pure (Phil. 4:8).

It turned out that, like Satan, cancer had many names.

It would be erroneous to say Sohrab was quiet. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. Sohrab's silence wasn't the self imposed silence of those with convictions, of protesters who seek to speak their cause by not speaking at all. It was the silence of one who has taken cover in a dark place, curled up all the edges and tucked them under.

You know a bomb crater can be made into a swimming hole. You have learned dark blood is better news than bright.

Then,mercifully darkness.

turned out that, like Satan, cancer had many names.

When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.

Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road late at night.

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

And as far as Piscary is concerned, he can burn in hell—if his soul hadn't already evaporated.

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. "What do you want?" he said softly.

It wasn't that the dark side was stronger, but that everything was the dark side. All magic was inherently wrong, and it was only us fooling ourselves that some of it was good, some of it was bad. Magic…just was.

It grew in the dark, it's a stack, a hyperobject, an accidental megastructure. No

a streetlight reflected off the black cobblestones . . . in such a way that there were thousands of brief white squiggles underfoot, looking like names engraved on black granite, as if the whole surface of the earth were paved by a single memorial.

Many years before, he had learned you could not trust anything you thought between two and five a.m.; in those dark hours the brain was deprived of certain fuels or functions necessary for right mentation. One's thoughts and moods darkened to a sometimes fugilin black. Better to sleep or, failing that, to discount in advance any thought or mood from those hours and see what a new day brought in the way of a fresh perspective.

You never see anything like it where you live, this I can guarantee. Not one person in 10,000 lives in a place where the stars are visible like they are in the Sierra at night. Dark skies (meaning away from cities), 10,000 feet above sea level: that means thousands of stars. Watch for half an hour and see several meteors streak across the sky, sometimes at cosmological speeds, faster than anything you'll ever see by day.

The dark monsters out there would suck me up when night came on, and they would carry me far across the sea and through strange lands where no humans lived.

La oscuridad reinaba en torno a mí; todo estaba tranquilo, todo. Pero en las alturas zumbaba el eterno canto de la atmósfera, ese bordoneo lejano, sin modulaciones, que jamás se calla. Presté atención tanto tiempo a ese murmullo sin fin, a ese murmullo morboso, que comenzó a turbarme. Eran, sin duda, las sinfonías de los mundos girando en el espacio por encima de mí, las estrellas que entonaban un himno.

La oscuridad había tomado posesión de mi pensamiento y no me dejaba reposar un instante. ¿Y si me hubiera disuelto en las tinieblas, si yo no fuera más que una parte de ellas?

Det begyndte å komme rotne flækker i mit indre, sorte svamper som bredte sig mere og mere.

La oscuridad habia tomado posesión de mis pensamientos y no me dejaba reposar un instante, ¿Y si me hubiera disuelto en las tinieblas, y si no fuera mas que una parte de ellas?

And the great spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me ... everything was silent--everything. But up in the heights soughed the everlasting song, the voice of the air, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent. I listened so long to this ceaseless faint murmur that it began to bewilder me; it was surely a symphony from the rolling spheres above. Stars that intone a song....

I lay a while gazing into the darkness, this dense mass of gloom that had no bottom--my thoughts could not fathom it.