Quotes About Dark

En medio del desolado paraje, incluso el tétrico bosque de más allá parecía un hogar acogedor.

she thought darkly, sploshing cold Sauvignon Blanc into two glasses and knocking back half of

As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.

Night: and once again, the nightly grapple with death, the room shaking with daemonic orchestras, the snatches of fearful sleep, the voices outside the window, my name being continually repeated with scorn by imaginary parties arriving, the dark's spinets. As if there were not enough real noises in these nights the color of grey hair. Not like the rending tumult of American cities, the noise of the unbandaging of great giants in agony.

I started writing poetry when I was six. I had this teacher who didn't believe the poems I'd bring in were mine because they were dark and sad. But I wrote about what I experienced in my childhood.

I love my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.

I loved my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.

ÆTHIOPS-MINERAL  (Æ'THIOPS-MINERAL)   n.s. A medicine so called, from its dark colour, prepared of quicksilver and sulphur, ground together in a marble mortar to a black powder. Such as have used it most, think its virtues not very great.Quincy.

sheers.Garth'sDispensat.2. A reproachful name for a dark complexion. Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots.Shakespeare'sRomeo and Juliet.3. A

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream! I turn from you, and listen to the wind.

For Ben, this all had a sinister feeling, the feeling of a darker time about to begin.

You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on. You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with. You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.

These were always the weirdest trips for me, when it was midnight or even later, and we pulled up to a dark house, trying to be quiet. Like a robbery in reverse, creeping around to leave something rather than take it.

It wasn't morning. The room was dark, with the moon big and yellow and hanging just where I'd left it in the corner of the window.

A teenage girl wearing a loose blue dress is sitting in a wooden chair with her back to me. Her beautiful, dark brown hair is pulled back in a braid that trails all the way down her back, over the chair, and out the window.

I've encountered my fair share of war reenactors over the years, but I've never seen a reenactment of this banal predicament: a tired woman in a dark house answering a child who is supposed to be asleep that she has no idea when Daddy's coming home.

Some humor experts say the secret to humor is to combine something unexpected with something bad and then make sure it's happening to someone else. But if that's all it took, serial killers would be winning comedy competitions.

Suddenly a pair of searchlights lanced out from the frigate. They swept across the dark expanse - bright knives slicing the night into pieces.

I find it intolerable that this lord is out there going about his depravities unhindered. I was hoping you might know some way to deal with the man." "Oh, Yes," James said with a dark, ominous smile. "I can think of a few ways." "Short of killing him, that is," Derek felt it prudent to add. James said nothing for nearly ten seconds, then, "If you insist.

I brought out the dark side of Nixon," Colson recalled, though "you didn't need to work very hard to bring it out—it was always close to the surface." The president was "a gut fighter….His first reaction was to fight back…to get even.

The prospect is chilling, on every Side. Gloomy, dark, melancholy, and dispiriting. When and where will the light spring up?

But all the while, in the back of his mind, he carried around the memory of the eerie scene that had been played before his eyes in that dark back room in the Fitzwilliam Inn.

This is written in the night. In war the dark is on nobody's side, in love the dark confirms that we are together.

and she had started to relax - but she was relaxing into something terrible, and she was going about the world in a state of complete indifference to whatever might come, a wild girl with dream patterns and faint, dark animals etched on her skin, a creature who had passed beyond fear and was, therefore, beyond saving.