Quotes on Dark

... we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.

He spoke wistfully of a sudden leaving, a breaking of old ties, a flight into a strange world, ending in this dreary valley, and Ettie listened, her dark eyes gleaming with pity and with sympathy - those two qualities which may turn so rapidly and so naturally to love.

All Chaos was once yer kingdom; verily, held ye dominion over the entire Pentaverse, but today ye was sore afraid in dark coners, nooks, and sink holes.

My hand is entirely the implement of a distant sphere. It is not my head that functions but something else, something higher, something somewhere remote. I must have great friends there, dark as well as bright. They are all very kind to me.

I picture the vast realm of the sciences as an immense landscape scattered with patches of dark and light. The goal towards which we must work is either to extend the boundaries of the patches of light, or to increase their number. One of these tasks falls to the creative genius; the other requires a sort of sagacity combined with perfectionism.

Whenever Beauty looks,_x000D_ _x000D_ Love is also there;_x000D_ _x000D_ Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek_x000D_ _x000D_ Love lights Her fire from that flame._x000D_ _x000D_ When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night_x000D_ _x000D_ Love comes and finds a heart_x000D_ _x000D_ entangled in tresses._x000D_ _x000D_ Beauty and Love are as body and soul._x000D_ _x000D_ Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.

These are not dark days: these are great days - the greatest days our country has ever lived.

The great blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach; but we shut our eyes, and, like people in the dark, we fall foul upon the very thing we search for, without finding it.

Unto him who is able to keep us from falling, and lift us from the dark to the bright mountain of hope, from the midnight of desperation to the daybreak of joy, to him be power and authority for ever and ever.

Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page._x000D_ _x000D_ They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day._x000D_ _x000D_ Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then._x000D_ _x000D_ Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.

What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen,_x000D_ _x000D_ What old December's bareness everywhere!

I have lived with the prospect of an early death for the last 49 years. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first. I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight!

The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.

Thy way, not mine, O Lord, however dark it be; lead me by thine own hand; choose out the path for me.

Prohibition only drives drunkenness behind doors and into dark places, and does not cure it or even diminish it.

If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes:_x000D_ _x000D_ Perhaps of my planted forest a few_x000D_ _x000D_ May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the coast cypress, haggard_x000D_ _x000D_ With storm-drift; but fire and the axe are devils._x000D_ _x000D_ Look for foundations of sea-worn granite, my fingers had the art_x000D_ _x000D_ To make stone love stone, you will find some remnant.

Hypocrisy can plunge the mind of a man into a dark abyss, when he believes his own self-flattery instead of God's verdict.

An infant prodigy of nine is shoved upon the stage in white. She starts off in a dismal whine about a dark and stormy night, a burglar, whose heart is true, despite his wicked-looking face, who puts the little child in doom, to save her mamma's jewel case. This may bring tears to every eye; it does not set my heart on fire. I'd like to stand serenely by and watch that horrid child expire.