Quotes About Dark

Tonight, the sea was a shiver of dark glass, harboring secrets untold in her depths while on her tranquil surface stars glittered like diamonds.

Did you fuck him?" "Ah!" I yelled. "Of course not!" I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there a minute. "Wouldn't I be an addict if I did?" I raised my face. Barrons studied me, dark eyes cold. "Not if he protected you." "They can do that? Really?" "Try not to sound so intrigued, Ms. Lane.

Kindness and cruelty. He'll get that in bed next time. Dark laughter rolls. "Bring it on.

I can, and am. 'Tis a dying man's last request," he said roughly. "I want you to remember me as a man, lass, as your man. Not as a prisoner of Dark Magycks. I doona want you to watch me die. Promise me you won't, Jessica. Promise me and mean it.

Mythological race? Dark King? Magic? Was this all some kind of joke?

Champions don't spring from happy childhoods. They explode from tortured ones with a mile-wide dark streak they've learned to use for good.

The dark fever I'd caught that first night I'd set foot in Dublin had turned into a fever of a different kind: a bloodfever—as in I wanted blood, spilled for my sister.

That the deadly bottom-feeders of the dark Fae give Jericho Barrons a wide berth perturbs me immensely but I'd promise to never ask him another question about it again, if only he'd cut a swath through them right now and save me. I shouted his name until my throat hurt, but no knight-errant rushed to my rescue.

We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.

Manche von seinen Witzen sind schon ein bißchen heftig, aber schließlich ist er tot.Da würde wohl jeder einen schwarzen Humor entwickeln.

River Styx, the fearsome Underworld river. Its dark, swirling waters may seem frightening to some, but to me they are the waters of home. I looked up the river. Charon's River Taxi was headed my way.

They were in the attic, in the dark. Rain pounded down against the roof, encapsulating them in a wall of sound. They had their own world. And for once, he would not allow the consequences to ruin the moment.

Funny the things which civilization has to offer when one misses. Flooring is a lovely thing. Gives one confidence. During my five weeks' occupancy the mud floor stayed wet in spite of great care on my part not to slop the water again. It never did properly dry, because the hut was necessarily dark. No direct sun came in, and the humidity was so terrific that even in direct sunlight nothing ever dried out. Curious to live on a slippery surface. A floor is a very important item.

There were such sounds as are not heard in daylight—moon sounds and cloud sounds and sounds of dark wind; branches talked and other small voices answered in anxious undertones.

Pride and power] are the same except that pride leaves the lights on and power can do it in the dark.

The dark dangerous forest is still there, my friends. Beyond the space of the astronauts and the astronomers, beyond the dark, tangled regions of Freudian and Jungian psychiatry, beyond the dubious psi-realms of Dr. Rhine, beyond the areas policed by the commissars and priests and motivations-research men, far, far beyond the mad, beat, half-hysterical laughter... the utterly unknown still is and the eerie and ghostly lurk, as much wrapped in mystery as ever.

At that instant the hag's noisy breathing stopped and with it all other sound. Her eyes opened, showing only whites - milky ovals infinitely eerie in the dark root-tangle of her sharp features and stringy hair. The gray tip of her tongue traveled like a large maggot around her lips.

Shyness emanated from his dark features; he seemed a good-hearted sort.

The stroke of each caress, to the abyss Whether dark or transparent We shall not know No stroke is a caress; not even in its gentlest gesture Your skin touches mine Music touches us, with its innermost membranes . . .

For what terrible sins of the past must we bear the torments of the present and the dark shadow of the future?

The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.

Voices in the forest tell of dark and twisted enchantments - as dark and twisted as the roots and grasping branches of the trees themselves. Even the most gnarled tree is eloquent in the telling of its own tale.

I have long thought that anyone who does not regularly - or ever - gaze up and see the wonder and glory of a dark night sky filled with countless stars loses a sense of their fundamental connectedness to the universe

The word secret is so loaded, suggests its country cousin shame ; but I wasn't ashamed of anything because our family secret wasn't dark and my mother acted neither apologetic nor embarrassed.