Quotes About Darkness

The world is dark and quiet, except for the soft rustling of leaves and the cry of a a wolf in the distance.

Simply speaking truth out loud is healing in and of itself. When people courageously voice a true, hard thing, they've already stolen some of its dark power before we offer one word to fix it. Theology backs that up. Of our own Jesus, Scripture says, "In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it" (John 1:4–5).

You are 2 Corinthians 4, because although this darkness pressed you so hard, it did not crush you. Perhaps it struck you down, but look at you: You are not destroyed. You see that in the light. You are still standing. If you are still breathing, there is still hope.

I don't understand," Oraeyn whispered hoarsely. "It is not for us to understand," Ina replied, her face clearing as she listened to Kaitryn. "It is for us to travel to the very edge of the light we are given." "And then?" Oraeyn asked. A radiant smile beamed across Kaitryn's face. "And then we jump with swords drawn, a battlecry on our lips, and we beat back the darkness.

The winter nights were very long. Sometimes the sun showed for an hour, sometimes for only a few minutes, sometimes it did not show at all for a week. The men hunted by the bright shining of the moon or by the northern lights.

You are the beauty I've been seeking all my life. My existence was dark, grim, full of struggle, until you. You are the light that pushes the darkness away. When I'm with you, I can see my way, and I can breathe again.

For crissakes, Talia," Adam rumbled at her neck. "Let it come. I'm not afraid of the dark.

Es ist viel dunkler, wenn ein Stern erlischt, als es sein würde, wenn er nie gestrahlt hätte

Cradles of the Reich covers a dark period of history, but I hope readers will be heartened by how the connections women forge can carry us through the most harrowing of times and sometimes even drive us to act with heroism we hadn't realized we were capable of.

The rain comes down harder, darkness falls. We don't care. Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

I lift my face to the night sky. It's still dark. But I can see the stars.

It was a trick. It was this place, all the memories. His longing heart and the darkness conspiring. But his eyes told him it was no trick. He jumped down off the steps and walked toward her. Hoping. Fearing. He'd done this before. So many times. Caught sight of a slender black-haired woman and impulsively called to her, only to have her turn and gaze at him with eyes that were questioning, coldly polite, and never, ever hers.

And then I see them. In the glow of the flashlight, I see the corses. Stacks of them. Some are shriveled. Some are putrid. Most still have their clothes on. Not one has its head on. "No. No way. No way! This can't be. Fresh dead people? They said the bodies were two hundred years old. This is bad. Really bad. We've got to call someone. Frontline. Nightline. Anderson Cooper.

Because I don't care anymore, Ms. Beezemeyer, I want to say. Not about Amade Malherbeau, my classes, college or much of anything. Because the gray world I've managed to live in for the past two years has started to turn black around the edges.

In this realm, evil has vanquished love. - Alítheia

Turning your back on the darkness didn't mean the darkness would turn it's back on you.

Don't let the darkness that's been visited upon this family pull you in so deeply, you cannot get out. Turn back from it, darling Jo... he'd warned her. He didn't seem to understand that turning your back on the darkness didn't mean the darkness would turn its back on you.

let Corvus into my heart the day Edward's soldiers came, and he's been there ever since. Devouring it bit by bit. Every decision I made was led by Corvus. Every cruelty I inflicted. Every life I took. He convinced me that mercy was weakness. That kindness would be repaid with treachery. And I believed him. And now?

It does not look good. Then again, few things do in the dead of night. The small dark hours are the undoing of many. Candlelight throws shadows on the walls of our souls, shadows that turn a mouse into a monster, a downturn into disaster.

One day you'll go walking with the devil, my girl, she told me, and you won't come back at all.

A los mortales no les gusta la incertidumbre. No les gusta el cambio. El cambio da miedo. El cambio es doloroso. -El cambio es un beso en la oscuridad. Una rosa en la nieve. Un camino del bosque en una noche ventosa.

Should you ever decide, in those small dark hours, to hang yourself, well, that is your choice. But don't hunt for rope until morning. By then, you'll have a much better use for it.

Nevermore wants me," she whispered aloud. "It wants me to stay." The thought scared her. But what scared her even more was how much she wanted Nevermore.

I will rain down silver and gold for you. I will shatter the black night, break it open, and pour out a million stars. Turn away from the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and know that I am here. That I remember and hope. Open your eyes and look at the light.