Quotes About Darkness

Genius is a light which makes the darkness visible, like the lightning's flash, which perchance shatters the temple of knowledge itself.

Some creatures are made to see in the dark.

Atheism is a lack of belief...what about the powers of darkness, and that of light, will you trace both to nothing? Then you must have created yourself.

All you need to know about the light is in being in the dark.

Beware the knowledge thou seek, for knowledge though oft light, can sow the seeds of night and reap from the darkness that ensues"- 1654

The essence of darkness is the knowledge of what blocks the light.

Action cannot destroy ignorance, for it is not in conflict with ignorance. Knowledge alone destroys ignorance, as light destroys dense darkness.

In complete darkness, it is only knowledge and wisdom that separates us.

The dark comes before dawn. The financial markets are under great pressure because of the lack of leadership during the transition period.

I am not afraid of the darkness. Real death is preferable to a life without living.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Darkness deserves gratitude. It is the alleluia point at which we learn to understand that all growth does not take place in the sunlight.

However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

Going to the cinema is like returning to the womb; you sit there, still and meditative in the darkness, waiting for life to appear on the screen.

Be still my tongue, for i know not what to say; My life is lived in darkness and here i will remain.

In the darkest times of your life, your praise to God should be the loudest. Let the enemy know you're not afraid of the dark.

the idea that somehow any of that will keep out the darkness, keep out the thoughts that churn through your head—the cold regard that holds you as if God herself had through some electrified beatific gaze pinned you like a butterfly in a collector's display case of mediocrity.

To paint that horrible scene, something terrible must have befallen the artist.

You don't go home at night with it in your stomach, in your bones. In a few weeks, when you have seen everything, you will have been living with it for a long time, too. You will be just like us—only more so, because it is getting worse.

A voice came to him as if from a dark, empty well lined with moss. A voice saying his name, telling him to answer a question.

Jonathan shuddered. There were birds in his head now, as if escaping from the empty feeders above their heads. Ghost birds. Fluttering around inside his skull, and he could not get them out. Yet still he went on, wanting to burst through the nettle and tall trees, find a copse and feel the sunlight on his face. It was getting colder and colder in the haunted mansion.

Where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead to share with the worms that…" Then the darkness took it.

What was a person but someone who turned monstrous, anyway?