Quotes about dark

My poems tend to be more celebratory and lyrical, and the novels so far pretty dark. Poetry doesn't seem to me to be an appropriate tool for exploring that.

I always wrote poetry as a teenager and it was always so dark, but it made me feel good to get it out.

I was one of those dark, quiet kids that wrote poetry.

Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies.

I do stand up sometimes out of anger. Sometimes the greatest stuff comes from a dark place.

What, but the rapacity of the only men who exercised their reason, the priests, secured such vast property to the church, when a man gave his perishable substance to save himself from the dark torments of purgatory.

To you wives who are constantly complaining and see only the dark side of life, and feel that you are unloved and unwanted, look into your own hearts and minds. If there is something wrong, turn about. Put a smile on your faces. Make yourselves more attractive. Brighten your outlook.

Sometimes Queens' music is dark, but somehow it's ok to deliver it with a smile on your face because thing's are still going to kick in.

I find 'Fatal Attraction' really romantic. I really like the seduction. Almost every time I see it, I'm surprised when it goes dark. I know that's the claim to fame, but I key into how genuinely romantic it is.

Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock do romantic comedies. I do dark dramas. I do these movies well.

I find short, fast romances romantic. There's a beauty to dark imagery.

The dark comedies tend to be in a non-releasable area. There can be romantic comedies. There can be dramas. But there's no 'dark comedy' inbox for the advertising.

If I were given a choice between two films and one was dark and explored depraved, troubled or sick aspects of our culture, I would always opt for that over the next romantic comedy.

Vampires have become tragic or romantic figures. Vampire are largely seduction tales. They're no longer the scary creature in the dark.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

Theatrical is fantastic. I don't think anything will ever replace the big dark room, the screen and the popcorn. You can kind of do it in your home if you have a nice screen, but it's not the same thing.

Memories are fragile they can be broken and forgotten or preserved like a tomb.

For a moment the dark and fearsomely sad thoughts which inhabit her mind grow even sadder and darker Lisey thinks they will either kill her or drive her insane.

Shadows of doubt will always fall behind you when you keep your face towards the sunshine. Believe in God face the brighter light and cast behind the dark shadows!

Be under the broad day light and act rightly go into the dark night and do the same thing. Never let what you do in light and darkness mis-match. That’s a good character of leadership!

Self-esteem is the switch in the circuit of your life that dims or brightness of your future. Bring it low and you don't shine your light raise it up and you brighten the corner where you are.

Some people aren’t really light-teethed they’re merely dark-skinned.

Don't worry about it only worry about how people like her breed.

Her exceptional beauty also helps her to keep her secrets. Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

No matter how dark your cloud is sun in you will always outshine this darkness

Blood is everywhere..Vultures take shelter beneath the tanksfor the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on the Palestinian flesh.

Die in my nightmares I will live in yours.

Slogans seem to be dead this world is now busy chanting fears of lost democracy

Like a handprint in cementAn indelible mark has been leftMy identity has been bentAt the point where your fingers pressed.Some people leave their marksAll over your identitySome leave beautiful artAnd others graffiti obscenities.

I feel like a real dead one: having neither blood to bleed nor any flesh or bone to feel the scars yet I want to hold on to my spirit.

Doubt is unacceptable and should not enter you it is merely evil trying to divert you and increase the difficulty of your task

Most people on the ledge of a tall building were not afraid they'd fall they were afraid they'd jump.

A farewell to my shadow is not my death it’s my rebirth in darkness.

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

My overcoat is worn out my shirts also are worn out. And I ask to be allowed to have a lamp in the evening it is indeed wearisome sitting alone in the dark.

When you buy a jacket, you pick the size to ensure it fits. Similarly, we live in a universe in which the amount of dark energy fits our biological make-up. If the amount of dark energy were substantially different from what we've measured, the environmental conditions would be inhospitable to our form of life.

A writer should express criticism and indignation at the dark side of society and the ugliness of human nature, but we should not use one uniform expression.

Dawn and dusk are mutual friends of the sun one opens the door for him to a brand new day and the other one has to shut it to embrace the darkness of night.

Some people do not really hate aging they merely love the colour black.

Dark night knows what full moon requires When all your love my heart acquiresCelestial bodies no more faded Life makes sound silence invaded

The social object of skilled investment should be to defeat the dark forces of time and ignorance which envelope our future.

My mum is really fair and has blonde hair, and my dad is not dark, either.

I have learned to live each day as it comes, and not to borrow trouble by dreading tomorrow. It is the dark menace of the future that makes cowards of us.

I look up upon a sparsely starred abyssHaving wandered to this street cornerIn the middle of the nightWatching the cars and people go byWonderingIf this deep, black nothingnessIs the sum total of being human.

Secrets are dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

Did you follow me here?""Something like that."I let out a frustrated groan. "Can't anyone just talk to me straight? Why is everyone avoiding my damn questions tonight?"Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?""Yes. Stalkery, but better.""I'm not stalking you.""Spoken like a true stalker

There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-""Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?""Watch your mouth.

Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?"His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you.

Are you following me?" He asked."Us?" I was the first to speak. "Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?"He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.

I didn't know what to say when someone's given you a small free kiss in the dark ...

Fog is more dangerous than dark, as it gives the illusion of seeing.

The Nuru men, and their women, had done what they did for more than torture and shame. They wanted to create Ewu children. Such children are not the children of forbidden love between a Nuru and an Okeke, nor are they Noahs, Okekes born without color. The Ewu are children of violence.An Okeke woman will never kill a child kindled inside of her. She would go against even her husband to keep a child in her womb alive. However, custom dictates that the child is the child of her father. These Nuru h

When its dark enough you can see the stars.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

You are a manipulator.I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.

We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.

There were once two sisterswho were not afriad of the darkbecause the dark was full of the other's voiceacross the room,because even when the night was thickand starlessthey walked home together from the riverseeing who could last the longestwithout turning on her flashlight,not afraidbecause sometimes in the pitch of nightthey'd lie on their backsin the middle of the pathand look up until the stars came backand when they did,they'd reach their arms up to touch themand did.

Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.

I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast aside. It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt.

The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." -Rhage"That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan." -Phury

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

Now it's the dark's turn to be afraid.

Disappear Here.The syringe fills with blood.You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters.Wonder if he's for sale.People are afraid to merge. To merge.

That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.

Fear is like a fire. If you can control it, it can cook for you. It can heat your house.If you can't control it, it will burn everything around you and destroy you. Fear is your friend and your worst enemy.

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

Desperately struggling, kicking down other people.Stealing the stolen, while repeating your reasons over and over.And even so, you aim for the horizon over the hills.That's why humans are so interesting...

Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list.

Follow your heart. Just don't get lost.

I wasn’t going to argue with you. Why ever would you think that? I never argue."Lucian smiled at her. She was so small, it amazed him she was such a strong person. "Of course you do not argue. What was I thinking? Go to sleep, honey, and allow my poor body to rest.""I’m already asleep. You’re the one gabbing.

Unhappiness. There are all kinds of unhappy people in the world. I suppose it would be no exaggeration to say that the world is composed entirely of unhappy people. But those people can fight their unhappiness with society fairly and squarly, and society for its part easily understands and sympathizes with such struggles. My unhappiness stemmed entirely from my own vices, and I had no way of fighting anybody.

She stood slim and proud as some medieval witch princess against dawn.

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage...

I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking

You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though you’d wanted it for a long time. No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me, I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

My friend wants to get moving and so do I,' Eddie said. 'We've got miles to go yet.'I know that. It's on your face, son. Like a scar.'Eddie was fascinated by the idea of duty and ka as something that left a mark, something that might look like decoration to one eye and disfigurement to another. Outside, thunder cracked and lightning flashed.

Think of being curled up and floating in a darkness. Even if you could think, even if you had an imagination, would you ever imagine its opposite, this miraculous world the Asian Taoists call the "Ten Thousand Things"? And if the darkness just got darker? And then you were dead? What would you care? How would you eve know the difference?

I love those dark moments in Peanuts. I love that they're in there, that Charles Schulz put the sad lonely bits of himself into the comic. I love the silliness too, the dancing Snoopy strips. The little boy Rerun drawing "basement" comics about Tarzan fighting Daffy Duck in a helicopter. Those are the bits that keep me reading. The funny parts! The fun parts. The silly bits that don't make any sense. And when I get to the sad lonely Peppermint Patty standing in a field wondering why nobody shook

We may paint our faces. We may fuck around. But pussy-ass bitches here wont be found. My homies stand behind me all the way. My true family and forever we'll stay. Don't fuck with me, cause they got my back. Where do your friends go, when they know you can't hack? Do they stay and help? Fuck no, they run! Back to their mommies while we have our fun. My juggalo family, we don't fuck around. So tell me this now, are you down with the clown?

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

She should not remember what it was like to be free.

I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

That, dillop brain, is what getting close to the Darke does. It makes you think only of yourself. It takes you away from people you care about. And now you don't have anyone to talk to and it serves you right.

Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat -It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat

Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate.Brown nodded. "I think this is it.

Holy men tell us life is a mystery.They embrace that concept happily.But some mysteries bite and barkand come to get you in the dark.

The human imagination may be the most elastic thing in the universe, stretching to encompass the millions of dreams that in centuries of relectless struggle built modern civilization, to entertain the endless doubts that hamper every human enterprise, and to conceive the vast menagerie of boogeymen that trouble every human heart.

What happens when the hitcher and the driver are equally murderous?

These were always the weirdest trips for me, when it was midnight or even later, and we pulled up to a dark house, trying to be quiet. Like a robbery in reverse, creeping around to leave something rather than take it.

All life is in vain, for Death makes a nonsense of pain.

Don't think that your first love has to be your only love.

Because I'm a monster, like my father before me and his father before him, and so on. There is no help for me.

Golden Arches' are the gateway to the afterlife.

I find no peace, and all my war is done,I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice;I fly above the wind yet can I not arise;And naught I have and all the world I seize on.That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison,And holdeth me not, yet can I scape nowise;Nor letteth me live nor die at my devise,And yet of death it giveth none occasion.Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain;I desire to perish, and yet I ask health;I love another, and thus I hate myself;I feed me in sorrow, and laugh

Some dark Presence watching by my bed,The awful image of a nameless dread ―

His wits have gone dark as his eyes

The smell of tobacco usually reminded Mirabelle of being a child – coming downstairs in the morning when the dinner party her parents had hosted the night before was cleared away, but the scent of cigars still lingered.