Quotes About Dark

My writing isn't a career or a craft or a hobby or anything like that. It is more like a tiny annex to my life, a little crawl space in which I occasionally end up by accident in the dark.

I regard the afterlife to be a fairy story for people that are afraid of the dark

The future was something I had resolutely ignored. If didn't put my full attention to the day at hand, I was afraid that the impenetrable dark on the horizon would engulf me

EVENTIDEDark and light strikingeach other, vividly etching wild colorsthrough the horizon.The charm of sunset makes me wantto scurry home.

The power trust is nothing more than a select group of dictators, with the same goals and objectives - but unlike the brutal dictators we study in history - this select group prefers to operate in the dark, behind banks, governments, politicians, companies, and so forth."

Why do the same people who believe in those deities doubt the existence of darker spirits? I ask all of you, how can a person believe in the light but not the dark?

We live together, you and I, in a dark time when all official history is propaganda.

Winifred's, you know, where Ethel's girls were.' 'Yes, of course I know Miss Rogers,' he said. His dark hair receded from a forehead that seemed always moist, as were his dark and mournful eyes. As soon as they heard his voice – low, catarrhal and with such gentle inflections – some of the women, who had been sitting in a group by the window, got up and came over to him. 'Professor Rybeck,' one said. 'We are beside ourselves

Nash." Lola nodded toward the disappearing SUV. "Deputy Grayson." She grinned. "His first name is Nash. He's one of the four Grayson brothers. Every last one of them is tall, dark and so handsome they'll make your panties damp.

Time has become quiet flexible inside the library. (This is true of most places with interesting books. Sit down to read for twenty minutes, and suddenly it's dark, with no clue as to where the hours have gone.)

I had waited an eternity for this moment. My childhood fantasy was now coming true— I would be a dark angel of the night.

So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee Shall Nature cease to bow? Thy mind is ever moving In regions dark to thee; Recall its useless roving -- Come back and dwell with me.

When a theater goes dark for the night, a stagehand leaves a lighted lamp on stage. No one knows why any more, but some old timers say it is to keep the ghosts away. Others say it lights the stage for the ghosts to play. Whichever theory one adheres to, most people agree: a great theater is haunted.

He had often watched her as she crossed the floor in her checkered apron, her face a dark mask behind which belligerence battled with humility. This was in her eyes which never for an instant lost their wariness and which were always ready, within a split second, to turn black and lightless with contempt.

The dark glee, the savage ferocity aroused by the possession of a few water-white pebbles, set me shuddering. I was dumb with amazement.

Erika always handled her own problems no matter where they were. He got that from her, and this is the dark side of that independence. It's gone too far!

It was the soul of the machine, the ethological epicentre, the planetary ground zero of their commercial energy. I could almost feel it, shivering down like bomb-blasted rivers of glass from these undreaming towers of dark and light invading the snow-dark sky.

While those who are frightened by the primal energy of dark emotions try to avoid them, becoming more and more cut off from the world at large, those who are willing to wrestle with angels break out of their isolation by dirtying their hands with the emotions that rattle them most.

I understood their reasoning, but I was sorry that church did not strike these wounded souls as a place they could bring the dark fruits of their equally dark nights.

I like my coffee black, my beer from Germany, wine from Burgundy, the darker, the better. I like my heroes complicated and brooding, James Dean in oiled leather, leaning on a motorcycle. You know the color. ("Ode to Chocolate")

You must be Mrs. Cleveland's friend that's come to stay,' said a woman in a dark felt hat trimmed with a bird's body.

lugubrious" atmosphere.

Colombian humor is very black, very sarcastic.