Quotes About Dark

In the late afternoon it rained and the entire world was dark grey. He stood in the hall of his house, putting on his badge with the orange salamander burning across it.

a dream is a personal experience of that deep, dark ground that is the support of our conscious lives, and a myth is the society's dream.

I'd be damn p-p-p-proud, he said, of a f-father like Martin Hopper. The girl tossed her head with disdain. That's just your trouble, Douglas Hyde. What do you mean? he bristled angrily. You know he's a phony, she answered coldly. You've told me so yourself. And yet, in a pinch, you defend him. The two stared at each other—blonde against dark—in absolute opposition.

It was as though an animated image of death carved out of old ivory had been shaking its hand with menaces at a motionless crowd of men made of dark and glittering bronze.

Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straight-forward pathway had been lost

The artillery officer had mastered the technique of firing accurately in the dark by registering the guns beforehand, that is, determining the variance in each gun for barometric pressure, wind speed, and direction. The artillery could thus fire unceasingly both day and night prior to an attack.

I'll tell you what justice is. Justice is a knee in the gut from the floor on the chin at night sneaky with a knife brought up down on the magazine of a battleship sandbagged underhanded in the dark without a word of warning

Poetry (and other forms of writing) can be useful as a tool for finding the way into or through the dark. Or a device with which to admire the complexity of the stories in which we have become entangled. Sometimes the only way out is by voice, following the music into the impossible.

At bedtime the demon brother sank into sleep with the abruptness of a rock sinking into dark water, come to rest in the soft dark mud below.

Living with her taught me this: That silence is a thick and dark curtain, the kind that pulls down over a shop window; that love is the repercussion of a stone bouncing off that same window - and that pain is something you can embrace, like a rag doll nobody will ask you to share.

Jim' persona had everything to do with the principle of Dionysus, the dark, self-defeating eroticism.

Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet,Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?

Where shadows dim with shadows mate, in caverns deep and dark. Where old books dream of bygone days, when they were wood and bark...

I look at you Across those fires and the dark.

bazaar shoppers who wear dark glasses in order to hide their level of interest from merchants.

And therein lies a realization I had recently: Even in my darkest moments, I cannot think of my daughter's life or my granddaughter's life as meaningless. Their mere existence feels meaningful to me whenever I think about them. How could such vital and beautiful creatures possibly be insignificant? Yes, these are the sentimental thoughts of an old codger, but do take note, Teacher.

Gabriel thought it was the darkest day in American history since 9/11, though somehow worse. The attack had been launched not by a distant enemy but by the occupant of the Oval Office.

Miss Herzfeld kept walking. And she never looked back. Not once. And she never saw her family again. Within three weeks, they were dead. But not Miss Herzfeld. She was alive because she had blonde hair. And her sister had been turned to ashes because hers was dark.

Maybe intentions are the lies in the dark we tell ourselves when who we are falls short of the mark and when we destroy our neighbor we can say 'I never meant any harm.'

When I was a teenager, I read a lot of Poe.

Joe's Mortuary, you stab 'em, we slab 'em.

The promos with all of the beautiful women probably attracted some men, but the mystery story line is pretty cool. It's got that dark edge, and people will watch anything funny.

Loneliness invades the soul late afternoon. Sundown can test you with its flood of color, but once it's full dark you're fine.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.