The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores – like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city’s skin.

There was something delightfully intimate about the relationship between predator and prey.

Strength and victory… What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

Where’s Kraven? Is he stalking me too?”His mouth went tight. “I’m not stalking you.

You’re a Dark One,” said Anton. “All you see in everything is evil, treachery, trickery.””All I do is not close my eyes to them,” Edgar retorted. “And that’s why I don’t trust Zabulon. I distrust...

You are not wrong. You fought to protect your world. Isn’t that good enough? After all, justice in this world is just a bunch of principles made by those with power to suit themselves. No...

Why do we fear the dark as unavoidable defeat when it alone is constant, and we’d starve if it stopped watering the lawn of dreams.

I need to punish her.You need her. Just her. Nothing else.Ignoring my mind’s voice, I look at my prey. She’s the reason I am the way I am.It’s all her fault.And she’s going to pay.

‘Dark Side of the Moon’ was one of my father’s favorite records, which I obviously didn’t understand when I was young. To be honest, I don’t really have too many memories of hearing it, but...

On the stage Tristen bent over the piano, his fingers swift and sure, his blond hair gleaming under the spotlight. I glanced around at the audience, watching their faces, gratified that they were as captivated...

Baumauer secretly fears Kalist – and Kalist knows it.

In the deepest darkness God tenderly grasps my hand and whispers that darkness is nothing more than a place that He is preparing for the arrival of light.

Berlin’s getting dark before it’s getting late.

Brighten the corner where you are. You don’t blame God for placing you in a dark corner… You rather have to thank him for giving you the light to make it bright!

Her screams spiraled up into the night air

The darkness has ink eyes, and if you stare long enough, you’re going to see it blink black. That’s the moment to start writing.

Just as there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. One that we reveal to the world and another we keep hidden inside. A duality governed by the balance...

The light lulls you into a false sense of security. But if the dark should come suddenly and silently, you’d stand out like black on night.

Viktor, what?

Confession is good for the soul, they say. I’d imagine this is true. But my sins were too convoluted. And from the little I understand–too damning.

I want to be a guileless rook to discolor the blackness of all crafty human hearts

In 1957, ‘West Side Story’ had introduced the musical to the reckless dark side of teen-age life; ‘Bye Bye Birdie,’ set in Sweet Apple, Ohio, where the citizens apparently dress mostly in chartreuse, mauve, orange,...

The price we paid for the volumes of ourselves that we suffocated in the dark.

Unhappiness. There are all kinds of unhappy people in the world. I suppose it would be no exaggeration to say that the world is composed entirely of unhappy people. But those people can fight their...

Just one thing worse than the dark, ain’t there? And that’s what’s inside it – the things that call it home …

When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.

No, they are not.” He kissed her beforepulling back abruptly, willing himself to stop.

Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

He peered into the night-dark windows of the afflicted girls, whispering names and stirring fits into their dreams until their own screams awakened them. The girls concocted fantastic stories of witches and curses and torture...

Don’t be afraid of the dark. Shine!

No matterwhat he did to make Claire’s life better or show her he’d changed, these memories would always linger in the recesses of his mind. For the rest of his life, he’d know what he’d...

…new life starts in the dark. Whether it is a seed in the ground, a baby in the womb, or Jesus in the tomb, it starts in the dark.

You are a more powerful person than you might have ever imagined.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

An overnight bag with the company logo – a white silhouette of a finch (which once perched on the curved back of a stallion representing cofounder, Orwell, but has now been ‘adjusted’) – sits motionless...

Some men just want to watch the world burn.

No matter how damaged we were by our lives, we are whole when we are together

Be careful,” Aidan called from the bed. “You don’t know what he might do.” “We all know what you’d do,though, don’t we?”-Gavriel, Tana, and Aidan-page 22-chapter 3

A Bible not read is like a bulb not lighted. Only insane people will love to work in the darkness with Kings’ bulbs which are not switched on! … and so goes the one who...

It was dark now, and broodingly sluggish. Like something supine waiting to spring, with just the tip of its tail twitching. Leaves stood still on the trees. An evil green star glinted in the black...

Golden Arches’ are the gateway to the afterlife.

When I woke up and the dark wasn’t gone yet, and the dark seemed so big, then she sang soft and made the dark small again.”That is the best of all things we can do...

You are my light when i’m in the dark

A rooster crows only when it sees the light. Put him in the dark and he’ll never crow. I have seen the light and I’m crowing.

Death has a life which kills everybody’s life

I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny...

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?What primal night does Man touch with his senses?Ay, Love is a journey through waters...

Come closer, my dears, let me give you a warning,Of the fate that befalls those who stay out past morning,In the darkest hours before the dawn,When witches roam and demons spawn,And children die with spirit...

I’ve always liked the moonless night best. It’s easier to say things in the dark. It’s easier to be yourself.

I’m glowing in the dark with my studio tan. I’ve been in a cave of music for months and months and months.

Cities have always been the fireplaces of civilization, whence light and heat radiated out into the dark.