Dark Quotes - Page 2

Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?

It is impossible for light to bow before darkness.

Feet shuffled closer then halted when Reeve said, "Touch her, I’ll break your neck.

Denial. It’s the only thing that keeps most of us from losing our sanity.

The world needs great inspirers, to ignite the light in every soul.

The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

I could never run from the half of me that danced in the dark.

He whom the gods love dies young.

Human beings suck the life out of everything that's beautiful.

The answer of life struggles in between two kinds of people- those who live to dreamand those who dream to liveAsk them the question about death if they can truly conceive

On the stage Tristen bent over the piano, his fingers swift and sure, his blond hair gleaming under the spotlight. I glanced around at the audience, watching their faces, gratified that they were as captivated as I was by the dark, thunderous song that Tristen conjured.

There's always a price.

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

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

That was when my hard persona cracked and shattered into pieces. My hands shook as I wiped away all of the tears streaming down my face. The hysteria that I’d held in all night fled my body.

My mood depends on the girl whom I love, but she is like a wildest hurricane, drifting shore to shore.

Some people are just different, even in the same family.

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. “They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

The man’s words were as deep and dark as midnight

The trap had a ghastly perfection

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

A warrior walks alone in the dark.

Some sinister secret lay buried in the heart of the graveyard!

I already apologized for that.”“No, you didn’t.”“Then I’m sorry.”"“Fuck your sorry.”“Fine. Fuck my sorry.

The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.

The expression just set me on edge. He had the look of an injured wild animal. I imagined a hungry lion limping in front of me with a bloody paw. No matter how much the beast stumbled or bled, one would have to always remember that the creature could tear the average human body in half.

She was sitting in a dark room, curled up and her head buried on her knees. His name echoing in her mind, like a thunder over a seashore. She was torn between the happiness brought by the waves, that touched her feet and fear of losing herself in the chaos. created by the sound that shattered her whole world into pieces.

I can’t get her out of my head

It's not fair. It's not fair that he lets his rage take over, that he lets it rule him. I don't know why he has to let it rule him. I don't know why he has to be two people. I don't know why he gets to be two people, and I only get to be me, the one who is here to take what he has to give, and who is here to pick pu the pieces afterward.

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.

Calamities reveal your capabilities. Take note of this and when times get odd, prepare and shine.

People do terrible things to each other, but it's worse in the places where everybody is kept in the dark.

Only the moon's smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness

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.

It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions.The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted her clothing like the flaps of a tent, and sounded in her ears like falling snow.It's the wind coming through the double shutters, Devnee told herself.But how could the wind come through? There were glass windows between the inside and outside shutters.Or were there?The windows weren't just holes in the wall, were they?What if there was no glass? What if things crawled through those open louvers, crept into the room, blew in with the cold that fingered her hair? What creatures of the night could slither through those slats?She had not realized how wonderful glass was, how it protected you and kept you inside.She knew something was out there.

I walk these lonely streets at dark. Just me and the night; crowded head, empty heart.

Darkness is a prison from which only light escapes.

To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus...

Samsa certainly had no idea what lay ahead. He was in the dark about everything: the future, of course, but the present and the past as well . What was right, and what was wrong? Just learning how to dress was a riddle.

Letting myself fall wasn't easy. It wasn't hard either. It was a calling that I had to honour. I did honour. I took a plunge into my dark abyss. I faced my grief, my fear, my sadness, my loneliness, my anguish, myself. (Page 78)

There were no words, no capacity to form them, but there were thoughts swelling huge in her head and he was in every one of them, even deeper than he was in her body, because he didn't want to lose here.He didn't want to lose her.And maybe, that death-dark voice whispered to her aching heart, maybe he should.

Samuel understood at last why this being hated men and women so much: he hated them because they were so like himself, because the worst of the was mirrored in them. He was the source of all that was bad in men and women, but he had none of the greatness, and none of the grace, of which human beings were capable, so that by only by corrupting them was his own pain diminished, and thus his existence made more tolerable.

No matter how much he’d done to me, my heart could not be done with him.

We're all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks…damsels.

You are my light when i'm in the dark

BLACK AND WHITEI was born intoA religion of Light,But with so many otherReligions andPhilosophies,How do I know whichONEIs right?Is it notMy birthrightTo seek out the light?To find TruthAfter surveying all the proof,Am I supposedTo loveOr fight?And why do all those whoTry to guide me,Always start by dividingAnd multiplying me – From what they considerWrong or right?I thought,There were no wallsFor whoever beams truth and light.And how can one speak on Light's behalf,lf all they doIs act black,But talk WHITE?

I’m pretty sure there are some things in the dark that we’re not meant to see.

Before that no one thought of us as colored-foreign maybe, exotic and dark, but not colored.

Pride is born as a mountaintop on a valley, but dies as an abyss in which it is too deep and too dark to see the better.

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

Don’t ever try to leave me again.

I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong things; spoke out of line. No, she thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because they're ugly. She had always told Frank that he was ugly. Large pores. Big nose. Her own skin was finely knit, unusually so. Did he fall dead without me? A fink is a finch, a form of bird. And they say birds die.

A love letter can be very short or it can be long; it can be literary or non-literary; it can be bright or dark, cheerful or tragic. But above all, for a love letter to be a love letter it must be sincere!

There are no good men, only good monsters.

Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.

I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls to be careful and ”the world is an ugly place and not everyone wants you well”. But I was not afraid and I wished for adrenaline to make my veins pulsate in that way that puts them more on the outside of my skin than inside.After the first night with you I never walked alone at night again because suddenly I had something to lose. Something to save.

This is it. This is how I always saw heaven, always by the sea, always by night, always in the dark.

Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her mouth wide and showed Azhar the wildflowers sitting on her tongue.