Darkness Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

I can try my best to relax or to even go back to sleep , but my mind will always be lurking – it will always be searching for that source of pain in the dark. Some days , I can even hear his laughter amidst the darkest. I can hear the mockery in his laughter. It take me back to that day – when his laughter was that I heard while he took me on his bed while I cried. It is only then when the darkness becomes too much for me.

“I wish I was, 'cause if I were, then we wouldn't be so similar, we wouldn't be so alike." “I see you in me, and I do not appreciate it." “Then leave me alone!!!" I yelled in defiance. “But what is the fun in that? Besides, you have kept that part of you that reflects the darkness locked up for too long. I am the darkness; darkness was never meant to be tamed. That was what my mother never understood; you will understand it soon enough.” He said, breaking off into bone-chilling laughter.

I can't breathe and the darkness overwhelms me. I can't breathe and I drown in a sea of horror. The clarity that comes with drowning is a strange thing. The darkness I see laughs at me and although it does not speak, it talks to me. It calls me weak and tells me how undesirable I am. It mocks my effort to reach the light, because what is candlelight compared to the depth of an abyss? "Stupid child!" They mock me. "How can you defeat us? You're merely flesh and blood. We are but never-ending energy."

Most of the time I think they’re right, only some of the times I think I am worthy and capable of more. You described how darkness doesn’t last, but this far I have seen very little light. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to the darkness that I can’t even recognize the light anymore? Or that the light is too blinding, making me shut my eyes and making me unable to see? Or is that a bad metaphor? I am not very smart or can write as well as you can. Thank you once again for your letter. I hope that someday you’ll be able to share your pain with someone. Your best friend will be there to listen when you are, I am sure.”

It was the most piercing darkness ever- it was not merely the darkness that came out of absence of light, it was much more sinister. Clattering and chattering filled the dark hall as we all heard Alpha Grey and his entourage rejoicing. I sat up, laid down again, and stretched my eyes to see through the thick darkness, but it was blinding. Thank goodness for the little rays of light that peeped in. "That's so wonderful, and I feel so proud and fulfilled now…!" Alpha Grey said as happiness streaked through him like a comet, elevating his mood. "I owe you one!" He said to someone I couldn't see.

Just when I thought we had gained the upper hand, Baddy reappeared, his wicked grin twisting my stomach in knots. With a laughter that echoed through the chaos, he shouted, "You think you can defeat us so easily? The darkness is our ally, and we will not be defeated!"

He makes quotes with his fingers, making sure I know he doesn’t see Lucas as a person at all. “What did you do?” I ask as dread washes over me. Scott shrugs. “Time will tell.” “You’re a piece of shit, you know that, right? Lucas employs people. Messing with his businesses puts their jobs at risk.” “Their fault for deciding to work for a devil of the night.” “That insult doesn’t even make sense. Calling a vampire a devil is implying that they are demonic, and trust me, vampires and demons are vastly different.” “And you’d know.” He rolls his eyes, going back to pretending that I’m insane and magic is just something I’ve made up in my head.

As I stood there with the ashes in my hand, I repeated the words that the old man had spoken to me. "You will find the truth hidden behind your darkness." The words echoed in my mind as I tried to comprehend their meaning. What darkness was he referring to? Was it the darkness within me, or was it something else entirely?

I made her out and my blood ran cold. "Light loses," she said over and over, "darkness wins." I turned on the radio so I wouldn't have to hear. ***

He just needs to let it shine through. “If you say so.” He caught my hand in his and kissed each of my fingers softly. “I’m sorry I made you remember those things,” I said in a small voice. “I’m not,” he replied firmly. “I’m not sorry you did. You were right yesterday. You have to get lost in the dark to appreciate the light. My head is full of darkness, full of shadows and horrors, and then I look into your eyes. It’s like finding the light at the end of the tunnel – the light I never thought I’d find.”