Best 5862 quotes in «dark quotes» category

How many colors decorate you? Not enough, you should add more. - The Malwatch

How ugly we must look to them, spilling light into every dark corner to push back the shadows, blinding ourselves to the true beauty of emptiness.

How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn’t I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin? Excerpt From: Cameron Jace. “.

Human beings suck the life out of everything that's beautiful.

Humans to ashes, People to dust, Its all because in God we trust.

Humanity was a passing notion to him; something he liked to try on for size and model in the dressing room, but never actually felt compelled to buy.

I already apologized for that.” “No, you didn’t.” “Then I’m sorry.”" “Fuck your sorry.” “Fine. Fuck my sorry.

I am a dead man alive.

Humans' eyes cannot take in information when there is zero light reflecting back

I am a thousand fragments of a thousand dreams, all cascading around the milieu of my mind. - The Malwatch

I am Broken single mother Disconnected lover Slow motion dresser Dark secret confessor White flag trend Professional dead end

I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it.

I am just a dark shadow Darker than night No holding by fright Only darker

I am not flesh and blood, but thoughts and dreams. - The Malwatch

I am sitting here, staring at the dark sky and drunk with memories. laughing like a maniac while crying an ocean. Somewhere it feels like somebody is kissing my lips passionately. While they are continuously pushing a knife, deep into my chest.

I am she, and she is me, and we are dreammakers. - The Malwatch

I am so angry with myself because I cannot do what I should like to do, and at such a moment one feels as if one were lying bound hand and foot at the bottom of a deep dark well, utterly helpless.

I am a nyctophile, and I can't stop or help myself from falling in love for the darkest ends of your soul, rather than the light in your eyes.

I assume you are the sort of person who would go backstage after the opera in hopes of hearing the prima donna crying on the telephone, or walking in on the baritone fellating the basso buffo. I respect that-I was always the same way myself-though I suspect you are not very happy. Happiness is the province of those who ask few questions. I remember, even before this was visited upon me, how I envied those who eagerly did what they were told: those who married without complaint at father's behest; those who looked up rather than sideways in church; those, in short, who honestly believed in God, good kings, and righteous wars.

I am ugly. I am black inside, rotting and putrid.

I am the philosophy before any philosopher.

I am your servant. I am your slave. I am here to make sure every one of the suitors does not think of either of your sisters before they think of you. - Pietyr

I bleed passion. I’m not entirely sure what this means but I’m greedy over the words. They’re so full of life. And I really need some life to balance out the desperate allure of the dark.

I believe the night I’ve never met hides one elusive star I need to divide me between darkness and light

I believe that in a way, sadness is happiness for there can be no wrong without right, no light without dark, no success without failure, no relief without pain, no love without hatred and no Snow White without the evil queen.

I can push everything into the dark.But it leaves me empty.And the dark always ends up finding me in my sleep

I can hiss and spit with the best of them, but is it really necessary for me to demonstrate it? - The Malwatch

I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim, My darkness is composed of him.

I can't get his bones to go down the fucking drain. I try to stuff the tiny holes, too tiny for this pain. I can't get his bones to break any way for my gain. Break them back a little too far, never too far for the sake of sane.

I can’t believe it.’ I whispered. ‘You can’t let him lure you back in, Felicia. He’s wrong. He’s wrong!’ Vanian pleaded, I could feel the quiver of his magic, the wisps that were fighting against the iron burning into his wrists, I could feel the crackle as it fought in the air, against his emotions, against his pain. I shook my head, was about to speak but Adam grabbed him by the front of his shirt; as if a few more tears and shreds couldn’t go amiss. The tightness of his grip paled the Faerie’s cheeks, caused the blood to trickle down faster, dropping to the floor. ‘My wife.’ He yelled, ‘She’s my wife, silverblood.’ With each growl of a syllable he accented it with a punch to Vanian’s face. I couldn’t take much more. I jumped over and pulled at Adam’s shoulders, fingertips driving into the nook of his collarbone, pressing down with as much as I had in me, anything to break his hold. He recoiled and rose his hand to me, at first I flinched but I stopped. He wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t.

I can't stop thinking about what Caroline said to Minna about death. It isn't an infection, she said. She might be right. Then again, we've nested in the walls like bacteria. We've taken over the house, its insulation and its plumbing - we've made it our own. Or maybe it's life that's the infection: a feverish dream, a hallucination of feelings. Death is purification, a cleaning, a cure.

Ich sage kein einziges Wort. Mein Gesicht ist aus Glas und ich wünsche mir, dass sich jemand daran schneidet.

I capture women. I break them down. And I rebuild them. And I am not a good man.

I can see the cracks in society, in people, in this world and I'd rather die before slipping into one of them.

I could never run from the half of me that danced in the dark.

I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.

I could not create my dreams faster than I would come up with ideas for new ones. - The Malwatch

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.

I cruised into this war thinking my buddy's going to take a bullet, and I'm going to be the fucking hero pulling him out of harm's way. Instead, I end up pulling out this little girl we shot, hiding in the backseat of her dad's car.

I can sense your love, why leave me in darkness? Beguile me for your amusement, stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes. When we are apart, I am extinguished in the blackness of these skies.

Darkness will always try to extinguish the light. The light will always try to repress the darkness.

I’d been just like her, a youngster with something to say, a rebel through street art, leaving my mark on public buildings, to taunt the government and humor the public

I'd ask my parents to leave the door open just a little bit so I wouldn't be stuck in the prison of my bedroom and mind, the imaginary horrors barring me from entering dreamland.

I don't create my dreams. I merely preserve the wanderings of my mind so I can explore them again later and share them with others. - The Malwatch

I don’t know. It can’t be outfought, it can’t be outdone, it can’t be outrun. It’s just the way it is. There is no Justice, except the one that is paid for. In blood, or money. I don’t have money.

I do know the difference between right and wrong, but I just like the way wrong feels. It's an impulse, an urge more intense than anything else.

I don't like sleeping in the dark jungle by myself. Ren

I don't have horse feathers, but I've got dragon feathers. Is that good enough nonsense for you? - The Malwatch

I don't need to smell them rotting to know where all your secrets are buried. You can't hide them from me in the Milieu. - The Malwatch

I'd rather lose my wings getting free than be chained by the wing pinions for the rest of my life. - The Malwatch