Quotes About Dark

It is snowing. The flakes stream into the torchlight like a crowd flowing across a bridge, each one unknowably different, all exactly the same. But look up and the snow piles out of the dark like a weightless waterfall, tumbling from a black nowhere to your face. Snow at night is like the roof falling in, quietly.

In all the darkest pages in the malign supernatural, there is no more terrible tradition than that of a vampire - a pariah even among demons

Throughout the shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both.

No one was enchanted beyond saving in the songs. The hero always saved them. There was no ugly moment in a dark cellar where the countess wept and cried out protest while three wizards put the count to death, and then made court politics out of it.

Yes, now I was worrying I'd be turned to the dark side by too much crochet.

My teeth were already clenched with fury by then, with a new addition of lurking anxiety: was I starting to feel evil? Yes, now I was worrying I'd be turned to the dark side by too much crochet.

Something about the aura of future monstrously dark sorceress must put them off.

Y gracias a mi rabieta de la otra noche, este también ha descubierto que soy una bruja oscura de dimensiones apocalípticas en potencia. Teniendo todo eso en cuenta, me juego lo que sea a que todos sus instintos clamaban para que detuviera mi todavía inexistente reinado del terror. Naturalmente

The heavy velvet hangings' deep dark closed us in all around, as if we lay inside his walled heart.

Better the blue silence and the gray west, The autumn mist on the river, And not any hate and not any love, And not anything at all of the keen and the deep: Only the peace of a dog head on a barn floor, And the new corn shoveled in bushels And the pumpkins brought from the corn rows, Umber lights of the dark, Umber lanterns of the loam dark. Here a dog head dreams. Not any hate, not any love. Not anything but dreams. Brother of dusk and umber.

I fulfilled all the requirements for Clara Barcelo to send me packing, but I preferred to think that her blindness afforded me a margin for error and that my crime - my complete and pathetic devotion to a woman twice my age, my intelligence, and my height - would remain in the dark.

The minister's gratitude had earned me a first-class ticket and the velvet sanctuary of a private compartment. Even in those dark days the last thing lost among professionals was courtesy.

We don't have time now. We have to be home before dark. Yes! Saved! I thought. Then Ashley said, We'll do it tomorrow. Nooooo!

Turnpikes at night were like girl talk: not interesting.

an old-fashioned Irish bar called County Cork, all dark and comforting on the inside, an ancient bar worn and lovingly shined that curved around, and a smell that permeated the place—welcoming and old and mellow. She slid into a booth that was done in black leather, worn and soft and smelling of beer and whiskey with just a hint of salted peanuts. The large room was dim, nearly empty

Memory plays tricks in the night, in the dark. We imagine things not how they are, but how we want them to be.

Not since the dark days of the Twilight franchise had it been so trendy to be dead.

As a writer, I have to admit, there is something darkly compelling about Alzheimer's because it attacks the two things most central to a writer's craft - language and memory, which together make up an individual's identity. Alzheimer's makes a new character out of a familiar person.

Funny people come from all over. I think Michigan has dark humor on lock, though. Michigan, to me, is equal parts beautiful and noticeably dark. Saginaw made me dark, hahaha.

Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.

I really love the Frank Miller 'Year One' stuff.

the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute, save for one prophetic bird who sings with a clear-voiced conviction that he at least knows the correct time of day, the rest preserving silence as if equally convinced that he is mistaken.

In the gathering gloom only his white Nike headband and his white Nike shoes and the white stripe down the side of his dark Nike running suit were visible, as though there were no man at all among the trademarks.

She delivered the paper to the night duty officer and fell into her grateful bed, the voices of the day still whispering, softer than Mapp's breathing across the room. On the swarming dark she saw the moth's wise little face. Those glowing eyes had looked at Buffalo Bill. Out of the cosmic hangover the Smithsonian leaves came her last thought and a coda for her day: Over this odd world, this half of the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.