Darkness Quotes - Page 35

You can count on Scandinavian literature for a certain kind of darkness, a modern mythic style.

Darkness is the fit hour for beasts of prey, and ignorance the natural dwelling place of cruelty.

I would write my editorials using a manual typewriter in pitch-black darkness... I would produce the whole thing without having seen the text.

Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it.

The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.

Your voices break and falter in the darkness, Break, falter, and are still.

I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you've always lived.)

It is the lot of man to suffer; it is also his fortune to forget. Oblivion and sorrow share our being, as darkness and light divide the course of time.

I don't want to be a victim. I don't want to disappear into the darkness.

Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream.

Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.

Poets have to keep pushing, pushing, against the darkness, and write their way out of it as well.

This is the world. Half of it is lit by the sun and the other half remains in darkness. It is the same with life. There is good and bad and it's our duty to remain in the light, be good.

So much pain. So many lives. Their darkness must end.

My painting represents the victory of the forces of darkness and peace over the powers of light and evil.

Kabbalah is all about change. It isn't about being proud of our good qualities: the wisdom is about transforming our darkness into light.

I feel for all faiths the warm sympathy of one who has come to learn that even the trust in reason is a precarious faith, and that we are all fragments of darkness groping for the sun. I know no more about the ultimates than the simplest urchin in the streets.

A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.

Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.

So much of my self worth was tied with my position. It felt like I was being enveloped in darkness. It was a sense of loss of enthusiasm, a loss of happiness, a significant decline in self worth.

If America was a person, and it sat down, Lancaster town would be plunged into a Darkness unbreathable.

The facts of variability, of the struggle for existence, of adaptation to conditions, were notorious enough; but none of us had suspected that the road to the heart of the species problem lay through them, until Darwin and Wallace dispelled the darkness.

The darkness has it's own light.

Granny Weatherwax, who had walked nightly without fear in the bandit-haunted forests of the mountains all her life in the certain knowledge that the darkness held nothing more terrible than she was.

My journey is so similar to everyone elses journey, because we all are human. We all have been defeated by the powers of darkness, and we all find redemption in the light of Christ.