Quotes About Darkness Novels & Stories

He may burn the world but the only thing I will yearn for is this constant affection. I don't just crave the darkness. I may just be the darkness itself. *

Her black eyes searched my face, looking for something I could not name—anger, perhaps, or grief, or understanding. "Because the war is not over," she said. "The king is dead. The shadow is gone. But the darkness is not defeated. It is only sleeping. It has slept before. It has always woken. And one day, it will wake again. That is the nature of darkness. It does not die. It only waits. It only watches. It only hungers." "I know," I said. "I have always known. From the moment Marcus marked me, from the moment the shadow entered my blood, I have known that this would never truly end."

When he got to the center of the book, the characters became clearer so that he could read a long forgotten story. "... and God's power became weaker. People gave themselves to their despair. Their hearts were filled with dark thoughts. What once shone in the light was bathed in darkness. Innocence threatened to succumb to sin. Heaven succumbed to it Hell. The figures of the night broke in on the innocent and stole their light. Above all ~ he ~. The darkness itself. ~ "Lucifer." ~

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

" The lady said looking towards the smiling face of Ryan in the news and sipped her black coffee leisurely. Damon looked towards the lady and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "This bitch, will be not going to do anything. I need to do something otherwise that Ryan will surely win, one day," he thought and walked out of the room. "Ryan it was the last happy days of your life. Be happy and healthy, after these days you will never be at ease. I will even never let you sleep peacefully after that. You snatched my everything now it's your turn to give up on your everything. You are the reason for your own destruction Ryan. Count your happy days!"

*“The true darkness stirs.” ---

Yet, no matter how much time passed, I couldn't close my eyes. I'm terrified of the dark, and I lay there, petrified, for some time, before I worked up the courage to speak. "Xander?" He didn't respond. "Xander, please. I can't sleep in total darkness. Can you turn the lamp on?" Around us, the shadows formed frightening shapes, and I had to bite back a cry. I had always found trouble sleeping in a pitch-black room. Back home, I would always leave a lamp on its lowest light or something like that because if not, my eyelids wouldn't meet and my mind wouldn't stop playing tricks on me. Let's not even talk about my petrified heart.

Quinn nudged her shoulder, lightly. They sat in silence as Oshey gathered her courage. "I have seen a dark place, where the sky is almost purple. I saw a warehouse, and I saw green and red lights. I remember something about white light or the color white. I don't know. I also saw you and me. We weren't here, we were in the mountains. I remember I was upset about something. It’s all jumbled in my head and I can’t distinguish what is real and what is dreams.” "Can you be any more cryptic?" Quinn chuckled and pulled Oshey into a hug.

"I'm just surprised. Although you're disciplined and enjoyed JROTC, it sounds like you have a thing for criminals." "I do not!" "Daphnie, mafia bosses are criminals, Batman is considered a criminal, Darth Vader is a criminal, and Phantom of The Opera is a criminal." "How dare you say that about Batman," I said coldly while crossing my arms with a poker face. "Okay, I'm sorry." Adam tugged at my arm, trying to get my hand back. "Well, if you think I'm only into criminals, you better change out of that outfit," I said teasingly.

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.”