Quotes About Dark

Kieran glanced at her with shimmering eyes. Neither looked quite human: The black eye was too dark, the silver too metallic. And yet the overall effect was haunting, inhumanly beautiful.

You have a dark heart in you, Valentine's daughter.

I'll go with you," Alec said, looking at Isabelle and Simon with suspicious eyes. "If you must," said Isabelle with exaggerated indifference. "I should warn you we'll be making out in the dark. Big, sloppy make-outage." Simon looked startled. "We are -" he began, but Isabelle stomped on his toe, and he quieted. "Make-outage?" said Clary. "Is that a word?" Alec looked ill. "I suppose I could stay here.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary'. it's dark and tormented - the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.

A croaking frog would be nice, particularly a frog that retained Florian's dark eyes. I should keep it in a box and poke it occasionally with a stick; that would be satisfying indeed.

Remember this when you are queen," said the vintovnik solemnly. "That I went into the dark for, and scared an old woman half to death.

I watch the rain stream down the windows in the dark. It gives me a feeling that the whole world is taking a moment to be sad.

But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like.

Did you see her?" the Marid said nervously, looking at her with great dark eyes. "Our daughter. Standing on the Gear. Dis you see her?" "What?" said September—and then she winked out, like someone blowing out a candle, and all the field was still.

Every morning she pulled a delicate cup from its brass hook and filled it, hoping that it would be dark and deep and secret as a forest, and each morning it cooled too fast, had too much milk, stained the cup, made her nervous.

How wonderful is ritual, what comfort in dark times!

I will not disappoint you, I promise. My name is Gleam. Take me with you. I held you in the dark. I defied straw sandals to bring you sunfruit. I am worth something. One hundred and twelve years is worth something.

Memory is like that. It alters itself so that girls are always trapped under the earth, waiting in the dark.

Oh, September. Such lonely, lost things you find on your way. It would be easier, if you were the only one lost. But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like. [...] If you would only leave cages locked and turn away from unloved Wyverns, you could stay Heartless. But you are stubborn, and do not listen to your elders.

You're looking very fine tonight, Grandmother! Why, you've hardly any warts at all! Bathing in blood again, I'll warrant. Virgins or capitalists this time?

Zelda was winter's best dame: pale and dark with a shimmer of Christmas in her eye, a flash of New Year's in her laugh.

The kind of smile that has kept a froggy, dark sort of surprise in its back pocket, and won't spoil it too soon.

I see the word bombing in my mind. Bright light in the dark. It is flashing over and over. Then white light is filling my head, pressing my eyes.

Once he began to speak, the sound of it was so compelling that you focused all your thoughts upon the words, and not upon the man who uttered them. It was a voice full of light and dark. Light not only as it glimmers, but also as it glares. Dark not only as it brings cold and fear, but also as it gives rest and shade.

Glorious ancestors, is there still hope for us? Are we not completely dead? Can you see the future? I'm exhausted, nothing shields me from suffering, the way ahead is dark, and all I see makes hope phantasmagorical.

Society doesn't want to look inside it's dark soul. Children always come forward with the truth, whether it's ugly or beautiful. And we've become an ugly society. Our kids are mirroring that and no one wants to take the blame.

Through the harsh design of fate, Florida was dealt the unfortunate circumstances of bearing the brunt of not one but two hurricanes, and it appears more dark clouds are poised to visit the Sunshine State.

What none of the critics, positive or negative, grasped was that 'The Searchers' was a different kind of Western, something much darker and more disturbing than the usual fare.