Quotes About Dark

Adolf Hitler was a few inches shorter than all of his guards. The first thing you noticed about him was his pale face and his long, ratlike nose with that bushy little mustache under it. His dark brown hair swept down across his forehead to just above his eyes, which were baggy and tired-looking.

At the bottom of this dark pit of media corruption lies the body of Daniel Morgan.

Another kind of wind, raging out of the Old Sun all the while, but it slips through the hull and the photon sails like they aren't there at all. Dark-wind, some call it. Or ghost-wind or shadow-wind.

A bright future may be what humanity aspires to achieve but it's far easier to talk about conflicts that play out in dark and pessimistic settings.

I get very confused about being called a comedian, because when you say 'I'm a comedian,' people expect you to crack a joke. Maybe I use laughter and humour to make people think. I don't know what you call that - a humourist? A satirist? A pessimistic comedian? I don't know. Satirists can be very dark.

It's kind of appropriate to me that Batman is still a part of the 'Justice League Dark' story. I think it would be strange if any of the other 'Justice League' characters were involved in putting together this kind of motley crew of dead people and mediums and ghosts and demons and phantoms.

If you fear phantoms, you're like a child frightened of seeing things in the dark.

I am so used to seeing a blond in the mirror that I forget that for most of my life I was very dark. Old photos are still a bit of a shock.

I didn't much like being in Parliament physically. I found it a bit depressing. It's very dark and heavy. I like being out and about.

Dark energy is perhaps the biggest mystery in physics.

Id like to do an action film or a dark sort of independent piece.

Dogs really are perfect soldiers. They are brave and smart; they can smell through walls, see in the dark, and eat Army rations without complaint.

I was thinking about how we're so in touch with our image now. That conception of ourselves, in a very physical sense, can be oppressive. You find people wanting to be in dark places, not really see themselves, see themselves as a filtered image. A curated image.

When humans behave murderously, such as inflicting senseless slaughter of innocents in warfare, we like to blame it on some dark, 'animalistic' instinct.

The light from the sun breaks through space, bathing our planet as it encircles the sun with life-giving warmth and light. Without the sun, there could be no life on this planet; it would be forever barren, cold, and dark.

If 'Star Wars' wasn't enough to prepare me for a dark future, there was the 'Planet of the Apes' franchise, conveniently repeated for me in Los Angeles on KABC's Channel Seven 3:30 movie. Apes enslaving humans! Mutants with boils and an atom bomb! Ape riots in Century City! They killed baby Caesar's parents!

Being part of the original 'Star Wars' generation, I have always known a dark future.

The larger-than-life thing is definitely what I'm after. I've always drawn dark stories. Occasionally, I'll try a perfect hero, but it's a real stretch for me. I like 'em warts and all, and obsessive and weird.

You are the traveler, taking this journey. You are the hero, writing this story. When the trickster Pau-Henoa wandered under the earth, what did he find?" "The sun," "Right," said Chessey firmly. "Even the pagans knew: you will wander the dark places under the earth, but you will come back with the sun.

You are the traveler, taking this journey. You are the hero, writing this story. When the trickster Pau-Henoa wandered under the earth, what did he find?" "The sun," Tess gasped when the contraction had passed and she could speak again. "Right," said Chessey firmly. "Even the pagans knew: you will wander the dark places under the earth, but you will come back with the sun.

I eat the hearts of girls and puke slugs and snails.

Rivers of fire. Even the rocks burn. An island rises from the sea. Dark magic in an errant phrase. The people bow to the lord of error.

burning house; watched for the dark trousers and blue

It was almost as if nature had sided with Tom Conrad and knew that to warm the air and uncover the blue of the sky would be to mock his tragedy. So she patiently held spring at bay for a while longer, quietly reflecting the dark, cold, seemingly endless dusk that his life had suddenly become. With