Darkness Quotes Novels & Stories

THE DARKNESS LOOMS The mysterious woman's eyes locked onto the man's, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. She could feel the weight of his words, the sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a challenge. "What do you mean by 'the darkness'?" she asked, her voice firm despite the tremble that threatened to betray her. The man's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a knowing light. "The darkness is a power that has been growing in strength for centuries," he said. "A power that threatens to consume everything in its path."

His presence seemed to suck the air from the room, devouring the light and turning it into something else—something dark. For just a second, it reminded me of the Game Master. They both held that darkness within them, but they were two sides of a coin. The Game Master’s darkness reminded me of a dark sky filled with stars, the beautiful darkness that consumed the day. This—thing, its darkness reminded me of a chasm. An endless chasm with nothing but death and agony. ‘We’re not going to fucking die.’ Rayna snarled, ‘Not if I have anything to do with it.’

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?

She wiped the beads of tears that managed to creep out of her pale and dull eyes as she looked at a ball of glowing blue light in front of her, it’s Zyair’s. “The Light does not equate Good, and the darkness does not equate Evil. Much may not think that way, but not to a true wonderer. One who stayed too long in the dark would appreciate every little thing that shines while the one who stayed on the light would be blinded. Thus, a soul as of the night sky is like a canvas, it’s never too late to paint it back to life.” She finished with a smile. Darkness is nothing but emptiness. She watched the young blue soul glitter with happiness; she seemed to have washed away his distress; it made her

"To anyone who will be able to find my diary in the future with a sacred curse, this message is for you. I know you. I know who you are. Do you believe that? If you're still reading this, you probably have that curse and you’re curious with my words... Or is it really a curse? Well, anyway, that's good. Keep going. Darkness does not always mean evilness. In this world where we live, darkness is also everywhere. We see it behind the light; the shadow. We see it in the sky whenever the sun goes down. We also see it at the deepest part of the ocean. It is just simply everywhere.

It was a formidable opponent, shrouded in malevolence, and it seemed to draw power from the hero's doubts and fears. "You are nothing," the darkness taunted, its voice a sinister whisper. "Your light is but a fleeting spark in the vastness of the cosmos." But the hero refused to succumb to the darkness's words. Instead, they drew strength from their memories, their experiences, and the love that surrounded them. They knew that their journey was not just about defeating an enemy—it was about embracing their destiny and the power of their own light.

"But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad." ― Joseph Conrad, ~ Darkness. It could be Wickedness or evil, or Unhappiness or gloom, or the basic meaning, the partial or total absence of light (Dictionary).

“Well, that’s new.” The painting portrayed a woman pointing a flashlight into a dark corner only to illuminate a man who was holding up his hand to shield himself from her. The poor dude looked as if he had an abundance of hair, long mane, shaggy beard and all. Or maybe it was a bear, not a man. I wasn’t sure. But he definitely didn’t want her looking at him. The quote next to the painting read: Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

I stepped closer to my pillar and read the words aloud: "In the heart of darkness, light must shine, But alone, its glow will fade with time. By shadow’s grace, the light is freed, Together, they are one in need." Evelina joined me, reading the rest of the inscription on her side: "Through dusk and dawn, they dance as one, For without the dark, the light is undone. When both are present, the truth is clear, Together they guide, without fear." She met my eyes, understanding lighting up in her expression. "It’s a test of balance—light and dark. Both need to work in unity to move forward."

Most of the time, I think they’re right. You described how darkness doesn’t last, but so 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 bright, and my eyes can't handle it? Or is that a bad metaphor? I am not very smart or able to 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.”