Quotes About Darkness Novels & Stories

He softened his tone and said, "They are all experienced and seasoned Lunas. It's normal that you don't measure up to them yet. Read up more, and you'll surpass them one day." "I don't want to listen to your lectures!" Vivian cried and pounded on his chest. "If you really loved me, you'd be on my side! You would teach that dumb Luna a lesson instead of letting her walk all over me!" Alexander felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion as he gazed at the hysterical Vivian before him. The burden pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. Where had things all gone wrong? How had Vivian become so… unbearable?

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.

"The darkness is your inheritance. It is your birthright. It flows through your veins, woven into the very fabric of your soul. You were born for this, Elena. You were born to be its vessel." Elena's eyes blazed with defiance, her silver-blue gaze cutting through the shadows. "I am not my inheritance. I am not my bloodline. I am my own. I have always been my own." The figure laughed a hollow, chilling sound that echoed through the void like breaking glass. "You are nothing without the darkness. You are a shell, a hollow vessel. The only thing that gives you power is the darkness you so desperately deny. Your strength, your resilience, your very life—it all comes from the shadows you reject."

Light is just an imagination created by God to play chess with millions of pawns. People say whenever you are lost, seek the light. Light at the end of the tunnel, but I have a different approach to this. When you are lost, seek darkness. Stop at the entrance of the tunnel and drown yourself in the abyss dark and deep — silent and sweet. Light is the cause of all evil in this world. Light was the cause of all the pain in my world. Just imagine a world of pure darkness where colour doesn’t matter and faces — fake or real — remain hidden.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

"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).

“The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.” The Dain I had slowly become used to, the one whose hand squeezed my hip, he was tucked away. Alexandria Russo gave no reaction other than a coy smile, “Hard not to traffic in darkness when the largest underground nightclub in the world rests in your hands. Though, I suppose trafficking in darkness is better than becoming a part of it, wouldn’t you agree, my king?” “Oh, I don’t know.” He mused; his voice dangerously calm. “People think the dark will protect them and all their little secrets. It’s true, of course, but once you become one with the darkness, you can see right through it.”

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." ~

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.”

‘Darkness is dangerous, and you do not want to meddle,’ she’d said those words glaring at Chaos. I am light, whereas he is dark. He may not be a hybrid, like Cassius, but if darkness and light magic combined creates an unstoppable force......