“Come, O darkness, come! Swallow all the shadows I have been chasing all my life. I want to meet my true self at the break of dawn.” MindTruthDarknessPsychology Author:Shunya
“It's wrong to encase a monster in flesh, to give it a face. It belittles the darkness, makes it smaller, dimmer, to decant it into the image of one particular man .” DarknessParticularFleshWrongFaceMonsterSmallerEncaseBelittlesDecant Book:Dracula, Motherf**ker! Source: Dracula, Motherf**ker!
“Shatter it and you won't be able to put it back together. Trust is fragile.” InspirationalFeelingsDarknessThoughtsEmotionsConnectionEcstasy Author:Al Amshan Abdulhadi
“Draped with iron, encased in it, she slept. Dreamed. Drifted through seas, through darkness, through fire. A princess of nothing. Nameless.” DreamDarknessFireSeaNightmarePrincessDreamingNothingNamelessSleep Slept Author:Sarah J. Maas
“I looked up through the broken beams of the barn’s roofs to the night sky. It was full of stars, but I could only see the endless reaches of darkness between them.” StarsDarknessSky Author:Leigh Bardugo
“When all becomes dark, did something horrible befall us or did we pull shades?” DarkDarknessSelf DestructionSelf HatredSelf SabotageSelf Condemnation Author:Craig D. Lounsbrough
“It is the fool who thinks that he can live in the darkness and not become dark.” GodChristianEvilJesusDarkSinDarknessFoolFoolish Author:Craig D. Lounsbrough
“This sense we have of life is like a lantern, which each of us carries within himself. Now, this lantern, with its faint light, reveals to us that we are lost, astray on the face of the earth. Showing us the good and the evil on every hand. Why not? Out lanterns cast about us a greater or lesser area of light, beyond which all is blank darkness. Now, this fearful gloom would not exist were our lanterns not there to make us conscious of it, though, we must believe it is a real darkness, so long as our lights are aglow within us. Well now, imagine that our lamps are blown out. This fictitious darkness will engulf us entirely, will it not? After our cloudy day of illusion, perpetual night. But is it really perpetual night, or is it really that we have fallen into the arms of essence, which has broken down the insubstantial form of our reason?” DarknessLanternsPirandello Author:Luigi Pirandello