Quotes About Dark

If men were reduced to sacrificing other men to appease the darkness, the Dark god's reign had already begun.

Only the very top of the arched ceiling remained in shadow, as though some dark creature lurked there, devouring all light that strayed too close.

These predators loved with wild fury, but they were also darkly possessive, crossing the boundary into what humans might term obsession.

she tried to wash off the angel dust, with only marginal success. Her skin continued to shine but it wasn't as noticeable. And thankfully, the stuff didn't, in fact, glow in the dark.

The transition will not be easy, ended the decree, and it will not be without cost. But we are not cowards to hide from the powers that define us. We are Psy and we are capable of greatness. It is time to step out of the dark.

No one had told her that her fairy-tale wedding to a rich man from abroad was one of the original dark tales and not the sanitized cutesy version.

Let your bond blaze like a candle in the dark.

The mad head of the house was rotting, and night was dragging her wings across the moon, tracing filigree on the floors. In the attic, more black moths were dancing because it was cold, because it was dark. Because they were hungry. For the butterfly.

The old Church is still there, the graveyard, the road--and when the night is dark and windy, who knows who else? —The Phantom Rider of the Confederacy

welcome him. And in the dark crowded alleyways of the

Here was the Russia she'd loved since childhood, the dark, violent, passionate place where the life of the mind and spirit were as real as the life of the body.

The servant, still a child, cranes his neck, turns his face up toward all of them. He is dark as history, origin of the word native: the weight of blood, a pale mistress on his back, heavier every year.

I watched a storm pass to the north, trailing veils of dark rain.

Joy requires one to be awake, Adjusting the heart's ambience to bright. Some prefer the dark, as is their right, On grounds of agony, and to forsake Not only bliss, but all that's blessed by light.

The summer nights are so endless, so open and dark. A summer night is like a different country, or a museum after the crowds have all gone and the lights are off. In the distance, so quiet, like the sound of a record playing before the music starts, comes a hint of thunder.

The bot waited in the dark of the lounge, not bothering to talk to the ship, whom it found rather introverted and, frankly, a bore.

A woman with hair a dusty black-brown and eyes of deep blue-the deep dark blue of the dome of sky late in summer when the day turns towards night, but dark won't fall, not quite, because summer wants to stay, hold on the world, linger forever.

The music was like a living stream, pulsing beneath bodies, collecting thickly in dark corners, vibrating bone so hard it might have been cartilege.

The green grass of Gwynedd was a better way to end than blind agony in a dark, close room.

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

The room into which Ivan Ivanovich stepped was quite dark, because the shutters were closed and the sunbeam that penetrated through a hole in the shutter was broken into rainbow hues and painted upon the opposite wall a multicolored landscape of thatched roofs, trees, and clothes hanging in the yard, but all upside down. This made an uncanny twilight in the whole room.

Tell him the wedding is being prepared, only there won't be any music at our wedding: deacons will sing instead of pipes and mandolins. I won't step out to dance with my bridegroom: they will bear me away. Dark, dark will be my house: of maple wood it will be, and instead of a chimney there will be a cross on its roof!

Love is blue. A clear cerulean when new. A bright, bold, true blue in its glorious throes. And when it hurts, as it inevitably will, love turns deep, dark, the color of a bad bruise.

O dearest Warsaw of my youth, Which encompassed the whole of my world! If only for a moment and in the dark I wish to catch a glimpse Of the ashes and the flowers Of that good past.10