Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.

It is strange how loud little sounds become when you are in the dark and doing something wrong.

We are merely ghost flowers under the shade of the moonMany shades of secret sorrows blanket our eyesWe spend our lives and our soulsSearching-Longing-Waiting-For a little light to shine and heal our broken halo’s

Everything she does comes from within, from some dark impulse. I guess that’s what makes her so thrilling to watch. So dangerous. Even perfect at times. But also so damned destructive.

At one moment, his eyes sparkled in the light and in the next they were enshrouded in shadow. What connected those bands of light and dark? Could they indeed have been distinct entities?

The dark clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs – Font la mer noire)

Obelmäker always suspected Kalist of being a driven man with a determined selfishness that verged on sociopathic, but he actually appears to be suffering for once, in a humane way, like one who has been...

I am not compatible with life.

I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.

I’d always be watching her. And she knew now that she belonged to me. Every breath she took, every step she made, every smile she faked, I’d always be there, watching her, waiting for her.

please,Tana,please.’ -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

We walked back the way we came, and even though it was dark there were no lights burning inside the houses. They were like people without hearts; raspberry tarts without the jam.

No matter how dark your cloud is; sun in you will always outshine this darkness

I fear only that you will be taken away by the hands of the vampire hunter, and only then, will I fall.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

Which side was I on? There was no time to search for answers. All I could do now was ride on a werewolf’s back, toward a destiny as hidden as the dark side of the...

We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.

Flying high in the dark sky, crazy and free, I was happy visiting the worlds and giving death or madness to the people. Either was liberation.

People Die…Beauty Fades…Love Changes…And You Will Always Be Alone

All men needed to hear their stories told. He was a man, but if he died without telling the story he would be something less than that, an albino cockroach, a louse. The dungeon did...

I’m out, surrounded in dark. But in the distance there is a small glow, a tiny light. Suddenly I’m standing alone, the space starting to brighten as the light grows.

Are you following me?” He asked.”Us?” I was the first to speak. “Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?”He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.

As a kid, I was a Hitchcock lover; I cared about the dark side of things.

I like the dark, mysterious, maybe even gothic type girls. They have to have a good personality too! I’m very picky!

Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if I was looking through that same jar of honey. Maybe at...

People used to make money, but somewhere along the way, it started making us.

It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions.The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted...

People think “monsters” are born without origin. But it is the monsters that have the greatest stories to tell…

More than forty years of Communist rule in Central and Eastern Europe resulted in an unhappy and artificial division of Europe. It is this dark chapter of European history that we now have the opportunity...

Secrets are dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

Empires die, like all of us dancers in the strobe-lit dark. See how the light needs shadows.

Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.

If you keep it,” Daneca says, “he’ll have his claws in you.”Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.

For years I’d thought my color was black: deep, dark, thoughtful, mysterious. Black, you can hide behind. But now I know it is red.

Without it, everything would be dark. We wouldn’t have anything. Everything needs a little light to exist. Even darkness.

Samsa certainly had no idea what lay ahead. He was in the dark about everything: the future, of course, but the present and the past as well . What was right, and what was wrong?...

Isn’t it funny. I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is tempermental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind….. But hatred, now. That’s something you can...

Samuel understood at last why this being hated men and women so much: he hated them because they were so like himself, because the worst of the was mirrored in them. He was the source...

Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.

‘Pied Piper’ came to me all at once; I wanted to do a fairy-tale movie with some edge, but not ‘dark,’ per se.

The devil depends on a dark secret chance, but God does it now before your own eyes.

He was falling between glacial walls, he didn’t know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark...

The only thing that will ever be real, is this moment,’ I turned to the statue, ‘when you made me feel alive, when you made me feel real, when I felt like you really love...

Don’t be afraid of the darkLook insideGrab your heartLet it shineIf it’s dark outsideShine your light

Abstraction automatically gives rise to optimized solutions within the universal set of all possible solutions, as has been shown in this book. It is these optimized solutions that make up and drive the non-abstract parts...

I’ll be ready when you are, esclave. A life for a life. A tale for a tale.

When you look on the bright side, you’re acknowledging that there is a dark side at which you are choosing not to gaze. If you think that the darkest hour is before the dawn, you...

The great thing about writing fiction is that you can do whatever the fuck you want, go as far as you are willing to go, and laugh at the people who take it seriously.

I wish I was this dark genius artist – like Richard Pryor or something.