Quotes About Gloom

Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, a shadow on those features fair and thin. And softly, from the hushed and darkened room, two angels issued, where but one went in.

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.

I am not only in a cold dark place; I AM a cold dark place.

The windows were heavily draped, and the milk-pitcher moon couldn't find gaps through which to pour itself. All was blackness on blackness.

But this animal's unadulterated joy in being alive was like a spotlight that pierced Travis's inner gloom and reminded him that life had a brighter side from which he had long ago turned away.

Doctor, he's going to be all right, isn't he? He won't-he won't die, will he? Apparently, James Keene was aware that his naturally glum face and drooping eyes presented, merely in repose, an expression that did little to inspire confidence. He cultivated a warm smile, a soft yet confident tone of voice, and an almost grandfatherly manner that, although perhaps calculated, seemed genuine and helped balance the perpetual gloom God had seen fit to visit upon his countenance.

One of the three candles burned out, and darkness eagerly pulled its chair a little closer to the table.

Julia saw the awe on my face. She recognised it. She pouted and graced me with a small, wry smile, then dropped her eyes and turned away as if to say, yes, here I am. I am a peerless pearl who has fallen from her setting. I have rolled into the dust under a couch and been forgotten. But, if you can see past the dust and the gloom, you will see that I am still a pearl.

Really, my dear, you should count your blessings that I didn't show up. How horrified your gently-bred friends would've been to have Satan himself darkening their charming affair! But never mind that. I'm more intrigued by your calling card." He faded into the gloom for a moment and reappeared with the damp oar, which he casually handed down to the grinning fisherman. "Quite an unusual one for a — ahem — lady, is it not?

He sailed through the crowd, through the front of the small church, and found himself in the gloom inside. It always struck Gamache as paradoxical that churches were gloomy. Coming in from the sunshine it took a minute or so to adjust. And even then, to Gamache, it never came close to feeling like home. Churches were either great cavernous tributes not so much to God as the wealth and privilege of the community, or they were austere, cold tributes to the ecstasy of refusal.

When your heart is broken, the whole world is cast in the crushing gloom of despair.

The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.

Dying for dark - the darker the worse. Strange.

There are no shadows in the Underdark. There is no room for imagination in the Underdark. It is a place for alertness, but not aliveness, a place with no room for hopes and dreams.

Running away from the ghost of depression can also be a tonic. Frightened of being immobilized by despair, depressives often fling themselves into frantic activity. Hoping to keep the gloom at bay, they work until they drop, seem to have inhuman stores of energy, and create art nonstop. They can't afford to stop. If they slow down, the missile of depression might catch up with them.

I was as depressed as I have ever been in my life.

In spite of Mr. Poe's fame, the pair made me feel out of sorts, and sad. In one of the busiest cities in the world, they seemed to exist on a bleak island of their own making, their backs turned against the social tide lapping at the battered door.

A sulphur sun pierced the gloom, and the rain stopped and I drove to the hospital.

a trance of desolation

His outlook was typically one of gloom.

It will all end very badly, Gus

The stars turned, and somewhere the moon crept across the sky. When my eyes dragged closed again, he was waiting for me still, covered in blood, his face as pale as bone. Of course he was. No soul wished to be sent early to the endless gloom of our underworld. Exile might satisfy the anger of the living, but it did not appease the dead.

No soul wish to be sent early to the endless gloom of our underworld. Exile might satisfy the anger of the living, but it did not appease the dead.

No soul wished to be sent early to the endless gloom of our underworld. Exile might satisfy the living, but it does not appease the dead.