Quotes About Dark

Words, unbidden, curled like smoke into her mind, his voice thick velvet over gravel. Intelligent, seductive, alluring. Dark . . .

here's a thing I've learned: Perfection is deception. An illusion. It's a carefully curated but false narrative. The golden family you think you know from the luxury home down the street—they're not who you believe they are. They have faults, secrets. Sometimes dark and terrible ones.

She likes to play with the mind-altering shit. She's a dark one, that Arwen.

Dark feelings sifted through Cole at the thought of Clayton Forbes. His nemesis at school. Forbes had always had a cunning, duplicitous, aggressive approach to life, and people.

Before Arwen arrived, the neighborhood was fine. Just ticking along, everyone effectively hiding their dark family secrets behind their smiling masks. But Arwen rattled their cage. The rats began running around and attacking each other.

Who knew grief could be so goddamned physical, a dark and sly trickster that blindsided you when you weren't even thinking about loss,

I've had a tense couple of days. And I've got to tell you, burning someone's face off sounds like a great way to relax.

As far as the Council is concerned, the U.S. Wardens are a bunch of mushrooms. Eh? Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit.

I'm pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn't the usual way to go about saying you're sorry. But I didn't read that Mars-Venus book, so who knows.

These evil freaks, Karrin said. They always pick the most charming places to hang out. Dark energy here, I said. Keeps people from wandering in and randomly interfering. And it feels homey. I know you haven't burned down any buildings in a while, she said, but if you start feeling the need...

Fire, she whispered. Wind. I see dark things and a dark war. I see my death coming for me, out of the spirit world. And I see you at the middle of it all. You're the beginning, the end of it. You're the one who can make the path go different ways. That's your vision? Iowa has less corn.

I dealt with the White Council my whole life, so I'm used to being treated like a mushroom—" "Eh?" Ascher asked. "Kept in the dark and fed bullshit," Binder reported calmly. "Ah.

Because Nicodemus is a murderous murdering murderer," I said.

It's dark, close, cold, and intensely creepy down there. The fact that it was inhabited by things that had no love for mankind and potential radioactivity to boot didn't do much to boost its tourism industry.

Kestus idly added theoretical torture to the theoretical murder, because done right, it might be funny.

There's no cold like the cold of dark water. It's . . . almost a predator, a living thing, and you can feel it ripping the heat out of you the instant you're immersed in it.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. And I have asked to be Where no storms come.

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark... Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.

We work in the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.

One morning, after many dark nights of despair, an irrepressible longing to live will announce to us the fact that all is finished and that suffering has no more meaning than happiness.

From the conservative dark Into the ethical life The dense commuters come, Repeating their morning vow.

Best-selling novelist Paul Tremblay writes that horror really works only when it "push[es] and prod[s] at moral boundaries" and forces its audience to "confront personal and societal taboos." In fact, he suggests that horror films need a "progressive" vision to really pull us out to sea on a dark tide.

where to all species except the talkative have been allotted the niche and diet that become them. This, whatever micro- biology may think, is the world we really live in and that saves our sanity, who know all too well how the most erudite mind behaves in the dark without a surround it is called on to interpret, how, discarding rhythm, punctuation, metaphor, it sinks into a driveling monologue, too literal to see a joke or distinguish a penis from a pencil.