I was just a very dark kid. My family was complicated.

I am a ghost,Living in ethereal thoughts.

I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand I can’t see beyond that.

Pissec approaches Pamela Geiger’s cubicle, itching in rhythm with her. He wants to ask her a question while Kalist is out of earshot. She’s not a grass, he’s sure, but stupid people die first.

Opposite Pissec sits ghoulish Gottfried Baumauer, a tall, skinny workaholic with dark-ringed eye sockets and long, yellowing smoker’s fingers. He’s thirty-eight. He doesn’t say much. He drinks a lot of tea – likes it strong...

Think of being curled up and floating in a darkness. Even if you could think, even if you had an imagination, would you ever imagine its opposite, this miraculous world the Asian Taoists call the...

I’m an artist; I do not destroy, but create scars. And above that, I am an inventor of new ways to create them.

Keep going’ she told herself, ‘Don’t look back.’ But she looked anyways.

Be under the broad day light and act rightly; go into the dark night and do the same thing. Never let what you do in light and darkness mis-match. That’s a good character of leadership!

When fast food is not a treat but a dietary staple, the children surf the internet all day in dark corners of the room and are bombarded with latest gadgets. Things replace parental standards.

Life is a beautiful thing. Plant it in the ground, and it blooms into opportunity, capice?

Nocturnal with a love for night, I’d stay up to see sunlight…

Did you know that darkness has a taste, Grandma?

if I slide my blade under your skin, just a little?

I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.

I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.

There are different flavors of recession. You can get into some pretty dark scenarios pretty quickly.

Heritage was everything: it was a golden skeleton key, gleaming with power, able to get the wielder through any number of locked doors; it was the christening of the marriage bed with virgin blood on...

You’re the light that shines on the dark places of my soul

I find no peace, and all my war is done,I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice;I fly above the wind yet can I not arise;And naught I have and all the world...

I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

O Holy Spirit, descend plentifully into my heart. Enlighten the dark corners of this neglected dwelling and scatter there Thy cheerful beams.

Words could bite. When I spoke to strangers, I wanted my words to have fangs.

He was abominable…and the most alluring, tortured soul I’d ever met.

Terri had already gotten her panties into a bunch just from one little phone call, so he knew coming at her too much too fast would be more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t...

I’m your’s. If you’ll have me, I’m your’s” -Dark (Harry Styles fanfic)

A black-haired bitch with man’s hands, widow Liza Van der Bruggenziltch-Finch makes all the important decisions. She is a power-hungry dominatrix. Orwell is her slave. (No one ever sees him.)

His fingers caressed the column of my tense throat. I shivered in fear. I hated not being able to see what was happening, it forced me to feel everything.

Donna fight the darkness, nobody. Embrace it.

I found a way to see in the dark. Close your eyes.

That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Follow your heart. Just don’t get lost.

… I was feeling so depressed I didn’t even think. That’s the whole trouble. When you’re feeling very depressed, you can’t even think

We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.

Despite all the dark armor, the kohl liner, the black boots and chains, she saw him clearly now. She’d peered through the curtain of that cruelcalmness, through the death stare and the vampire sentiments and...

They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

Perfect, complete, needing nothing, simply all there was, was the dark.

I went through a whole phase when I was younger of being obsessed with Tolstoy and Kafka and Camus, all those really, beautiful, dark depressing books.

Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you’ll sink in your little blue boat -It’s hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat

No form of revenge could have made me hate you any less. If I had cut the two of you to shreds with a knife, I think I would have hated the little pieces of...

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

Believe that you are someone worth saving.

I think the best fiction is about the absolute irrepressibility of love in the face of every circumstance to the contrary. Even in someone as dark, on the face of it, as Faulkner often is,...

Ged had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man: who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by...

In the darkness, fear my light.

For me, St. Petersburg is the city that I can never escape because it has this special energy, even a dark energy. It keeps pulling me back.

Whoever lived in that apartment had a security gate, blinds that were closed and curtains drawn. It’s probably darker in there than it is in Hollister.

That, dillop brain, is what getting close to the Darke does. It makes you think only of yourself. It takes you away from people you care about. And now you don’t have anyone to talk...