Dark Quotes

I wish I could see butterflies burst from cocoonsWithout tempering my amazementKnowing all beauty eventually dies.

Pressure knocks at my doorA clock ticks and demands its dueThe lava burns from the floorBut not in a game like it used to.So little time to figure it all outSo many distractions to prevent successI’m in a dark forest with no path or routeBut this internal fire knows no rest.

A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life. It seemed to me that I was coming out of a suffocating nightmare and that the low clouds flying before the wind were the shreds of an evil dream.

Blaise Cendrars

Shadows were too black, and when a breeze stirred the trees, the shadows changed in a disquieting way.

An ordinary man can enjoy breakfasting on juice and rye bread.But when you are underfed, scorned, miserable or just plain bored, you don’t want to eat dull wholesome food.You want something a little more colourful, exciting, tastier, meatier and juicier.

R.S. Vern

There might be a million wrong people in your life, but when the right one comes everything looks dark.

All right,” she said a little sarcastically. “I was going to assume you liked eating babies and sacrificing virgins, but I might as well ask, what do you do for fun?”“I languish in sin,” I replied in the same tone. “I take my babies rare, and my virgins over easy.

The phone rang. Softly, in actuality, yet it seemed loud and ominous, as phones do at night in dark hotel rooms.

I'm goin past factories. Boxes of metal with people inside. Souls bein ripped apart.

Ian Ayris

He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.

Carla H. Krueger

People used to make money, but somewhere along the way, it started making us.

Trevor D. Richardson

A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn to.

Let all the green leaves be mineas long as the trees define shades created by their limbsfor the soil made with victimsof atrocity's vileness to redeem the fragileness

When the twilight of all my evenings reaches me, after a long dark day, my complicated thoughts suffocate inside all of my uncomplicated longings. Evenings refuse to end. And the dawns that constantly swallow up my nights, always shows me an extremely long road I still need to tread, and discover. And get hurt.

I’ve succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I’ve embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping what he’s conquered. I’ve known surrender and strength with him. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms.

She shook her head, and closed her eyes. I felt her weariness then, and with it, my own. I felt it dark and heavy upon me, darker and heavier than any drug they ever gave me - it seemed heavy as death. I looked at the bed. I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains, like bats, ready to swoop. Now, I thought, I might jolt the post and they would only fall, and shatter, and turn to powder.

Oh God Angel," he whispered. "There's only one monster here." ~Sade~

The important concept of the solar wind is that Space is not empty. It is an energy and particle filled environment that interacts with whatever is in it! Astronomers call this 'Dark Energy'.

He didn’t like the idea of leaving unfinished business behind. He had wanted definite answers about the heart attacks to be able to turn the page on who or what caused so many of his brothers to die.

Keith Steinbaum

Don’t ever try to leave me again.

There's always a price.

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.

Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires and fog in the valleys; cellos, dark window-panes, snow.

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

William Marshall

...and the sorrow sent her spiraling back into sickness.

Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

We need to know that a dark night is always followed by a nice morning

Not very tall, not very dark but very...very handsome,’ was his way of describing himself.

Death gives people the courage to be honest, sometimes for the first time in their lives.

The uncertainty wore on him. The conditions in jail--the handcuffs, the noise, the filth, the crowding--mangled his senses. It's likely that, if one must be incarcerated in the United States, a jail in central Maine would be among the more tolerable spots, but to Knight it was torture. "Bedlam" is how he referred to the place. It never got dark in jail; at eleven p.m., the lights merely became a little duller. "I suspect," he noted, "more damage has been done to my sanity in jail, in months; than years, decades, in the woods.

It's a toxic world out there folks, use caution when connecting online & offline. There's a darker side to going viral with success. My expert advice is that people innoculate their understanding with plenty of time-tested social research specifically regarding the authentic social, emotional intelligence and mature personality values of any circle. Look beyond their talk, uncover their stalk. If the mind is darkened with character disEASE, the behavior will symptomatically follow...those whose mentality becomes infected by their obvious blight, easily become the host targets of their contagion.

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

Margaret Atwood

Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.

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

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'm yours. If you'll have me, I'm yours

H28

Goths do not hate the world. They just learned to accept the world that refuses to understand them.

enna snow

Blindness is a choice born of fear, nursed by complacency and groomed by comfort. And what I often don’t see in my blindness is that 'choice' evidences the existence of other options.

Craig D. Lounsbrough

She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had ever come across.

My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don’t

... I was feeling so depressed I didn't even think. That's the whole trouble. When you're feeling very depressed, you can't even think

No! Please no," she feels the cool metalof the handcuffs again. "Please, I'mMadison, I'm Madison!"Her arms lock into place above her head.She jerks her body, pain snapping at hermuscles."You can stay like this for the day." Herises from the bed, bends down, andblows out the candles on her birthdaycake. "Night, night, Rosie.""No!"He opens the door, letting a stream ofsunlight into the room."Please don't leave me here, please!"And then the door closes, and thesunlight is gone.

Kay Botha

The GameToday i want to play a game,you'll win if you can guess my name,I am the one who hide behind shadows,Behind my smile i hide my deepest sorrows,I am the one who wants to be loved,But can't overcome the memories of once beloved,I am the one who hear voices and see faces,find a friend who love and actually cares,I am the one who spent his life in illusion,Believing that everything happens for a reason,I am the one who is scared of happiness,Because of that i never lived in fullness,I am the one who lost the meaning of life,There is no motivation which can thrive,I am the one who failed a lot,All the lessons i remember is what life taught,I am the one people love his silence,Ignoring the pain adoring his patience,Look at me one more time and guess my name,you'll win if you can guess my name

You are a cool cemetery.You have the sinner’s graveYou have the saint’s earthcollidingYou have all the bedsnarrow as a knife;as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.But you can’t really postponethe inauguration of my burial,can you?From the poem - Few Words to Cemetery

Dark Energy is poorly understood and it is clear that we are currently moving into exploring thecomplete electromagnetic spectrum that also includes the study of atmospheric pressure waves,atmospheric voltage effects on the cellular system, and the biological effects of the various forms ofatmospheric radiation transmission.

It was dark now, and broodingly sluggish. Like something supine waiting to spring, with just the tip of its tail twitching. Leaves stood still on the trees. An evil green star glinted in the black sky like a hostile eye, like an evil spying eye.("For The Rest Of Her Life")

Cornell Woolrich

Please," her shadow begged.tLaughingstock for sure.t"I can't give you what you want," Cam said. "You know that." She had to know that.

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

The darkest night in someone's life may be the brightest day in another person's life. Life rests on perceptions and conceptions or missed perceptions and misconceptions. You can choose to make good things out of every challenging circumstance. In contrast, you can also choose to see nothing in a creative opportunity.

Israelmore Ayivor

Success doesn’t come with ease. As a matter of fact, the darkest lie you may have been told is that you will reap in abundance when you have sowed nothing. It is a big lie!

Israelmore Ayivor

Wolves fail to hide their integrity just like the way men fail to hide their own animality.

It embarrassed her, as a child, to think that her father had fallen in love, or, if men must love, then it should have been someone else, someone dark, mysterious and profoundly clever, not an ordinary person who was impatient for no reason and cross when one was late for lunch.

Daphne du Maurier

Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.

Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain

For a while she cried silently until she tired herself out and the overwhelming feeling of sleepiness overcame her. The room around her was fairly silent, although she wasn’t the only one crying herself to sleep. It was quite common at places like this to hear cries in the dark. There were so many saddened and lonesome souls around her. It was usually at night when they were reminded of just how sad and lonely they actually were.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.

Moonshine Noire

Atheism is a lack of belief...what about the powers of darkness, and that of light, will you trace both to nothing? Then you must have created yourself.

Michael Bassey Johnson

Dark, unfeeling and unloving powers determine human destiny.

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.

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