Quotes About Dark

Books are as dark as what is available to teenagers through the media every day.

I started writing 'Southern Baptist Sissies' right after I had written the screenplay for 'Sordid Lives', so that's when I started on a darker path in telling the truth about my journey in the church, but there was still a lot of funny.

It was down in Jake's old barroom Behind the Patsies' park; Jake was settin' 'em up as usual And the night was agittin' dark. At the bar stood ole Verne Mackenzie, And his eyes was bloodshot red

No matter how much sunlight and fresh air she lets in, there's always this dark little pocket of lingering night which she has to uncover.

The Tunnel" Tonight, nothing is long enough— time isn't. Were there a fire, it would burn now. Were there a heaven, I would have gone long ago. I think that light is the final image. But time reoccurs, love—and an echo. A time passes love in the dark.

Built from the local blackwood, it had a sinister, dark appearance. Its windows were tall and narrow and set with coal-coloured glass that all but shut out the light.

Indian burial grounds had a dark reputation in the folklore of the American West, and there were few men who had not heard some tale of the vengeful spirits who haunted such places, and of the terrible curses they might impart on those who strayed disrespectfully into their sacred lands.

It had been a dark and stormy night.

Down the mountain slopes, like a whirl of shining dust blown before the wind, a crimson, conoid cloud came dancing. Khemsa's dark face turned ashen; his hand began to tremble, then sank to his side. The girl beside him, sensing the change in him, stared at him inquiringly.

Far in the pillared darkThrush music went—Almost like a call to come inTo the dark and lament.But no, I was out for stars:I would not come in.I meant not even if asked,And I hadn't been.

she somehow felt that she and Strike were pointlessly searching rockpools, while yards away the great white slid away, untouchable, into dark water.

Even in an uninjured state Strike tended to intimidate, given that he was large, dark, naturally surly-looking and sported a boxer's profile.

Cherries of the night are riper Than the cherries pluckt at noon... In the cherry pluckt at night, With the dew of summer swelling, There's a juice of pure delight, Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling...

Night makes no difference 'twixt the Priest and Clerk;Joan as my Lady is as good i' the dark.

O how praying rests the weary! Prayer will change the night to day; So when life seems dark and dreary, Don't forget to pray.

Whenever the moon and stars are set,Whenever the wind is high,All night long in the dark and wet,A man goes riding by.Late in the night when the fires are out,Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Einstein knew that its central thesis was wrong. Why? Because he knew in his very bones that there could be no reason, nor any special purpose, for a Divinity. Mankind had made it all up out of whole cloth because, at bottom, everyone was afraid of the dark, afraid of ultimate extinction, afraid to face the fact that individual lives meant nothing in the grand scheme

What none of these faiths—even the Hindu—did was doubt for one moment the existence of dark spirits, or their ability to jump from one living presence to another. Demons were considered parasites, infinitely malleable and indefatigable, hitchhikers of the soul, and as she read, Simone could see that her father had been trying to unify all this material in some way, with many arrows and notes and cross-references.

What none of these faiths—even the Hindu—did was doubt for one moment the existence of dark spirits, or their ability to jump from one living presence to another. Demons were considered parasites, infinitely malleable and indefatigable, hitchhikers of the soul, and as she read,

What you describe is how it happens to everyone: magic does slide through you, and disappear, and come back later looking like something else. And I'm sorry to tell you this, but where your magic lives will always be a great dark space with scraps you fumble for. You must learn to sniff them out in the dark.

Maybe I should try to be grateful at having been spared intimacy with the most dangerous of the Others. Gave a whole new meaning to the phrase 'under the dark.

But it happens, and I am thankful enough for that, for those fleeting, wakeful moments of beauty and truth. They are the real joy of being human, brief matches that flare in the dark.

I was as hard as stone, dark as soil, and mean as hell once more.

And then everything swam away on dark currents to the places where dreams dwell when they are not being used. . . .