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“I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars.”

Earth Stars Dark White Fire Bed Rivers Stones Seeds Remembered Pockets Skirts Arranging

Book:New and selected poems

Source: New and selected poems

“To travel like a bird, lightly to view | Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand, | Ocean embraced in a white sleep with land; | To escape time, always to start anew... | Hooded by a dark sense of destination... | Travelers, we're fabric of the road we go; We settle, but like feathers on time's flow.”

Light Dark Sleep White Views Land Ocean Bird Flow Stones Desert Settling Sand Destination Founders Fabric Traveler Feathers Starting Anew

Book:The Complete Poems of C. Day Lewis

Source: The Complete Poems of C. Day Lewis

“It is better to grope in the dark and wade through a million errors to reach the Truth than to entrust oneself to someone who knows not that he knows not. Has a man ever learnt swimming by tying a stone to his neck? So let me go my own way even if it is the wrong one.”

Ifs Knows Men Way Dark My Own Millions Stones Let Me Errors Oneself Necks Swimming Wade Let Me Go

Book:The Seeker: A Novel

Source: The Seeker: A Novel

“The heart hid still in the dark, hard as the Philosophers Stone.”

Heart Stills Hard Dark Stones Philosopher

Book:Collected Prose

Source: Collected Prose

“When I'm working on a Slipknot song, it's like a switch flips in my head. I can go there easily - it doesn't take a lot of soul searching - and it's a dark, almost sinister place. Stone Sour is more the way I've always written. It's a different tone.”

Way I Can Different Soul Song Dark Written Stones Tone Soul Searching Flip Sour Sinister Stone Sour

Author:Corey Taylor

“Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry.”

Source: Charles Dickens: The Complete Christmas Novels & Tales (Illustrated): 30 Classics in One Volume: A Christmas Carol, The Battle of Life, The Chimes, Oliver Twist, Tom Tiddler's Ground, The Holly-Tree, Doctor Marigold, The Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations and more

“Let the space under the first storey be dark, let the water lap the stone posts, and vivid green slime glimmer upon them; let a boat be kept there.”

Firsts Water Dark Space Stones Green Boat Posts Vivid Castles Lap Slime Moats

Book:The Sorrow Dance: Poems

Source: The Sorrow Dance: Poems

“The subject of the novel is reality liberated from soul. The reader in complete independence presented with a structured process:let him evaluate it, not the author. The façade of the novel cannot be other than stone or steel, flashing electrically or dark, but silent.”

Soul Reality Process Dark Novel Subjects Reader Stones Independence Silent Steel Objectivity Liberated Evaluate

Author:Alfred Doblin

“I've always loved black, and I realized that, from the beginning, man went into completely dark caves to paint. They painted with black too. They could have painted with white because there were white stones all over the ground, but no, they chose to paint with black in the dark.”

Men Black Dark White Stones Paint I Realized Caves

Author:Pierre Soulages

“The world was held in a savage gloom - cold and intolerable. Outside, all was quiet - quiet! From the dark room behind me, came the occasional, soft thud of falling matter - fragments of rotting stone. So time passed, and night grasped the world, wrapping it in wrappings of impenetrable blackness.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of William Hope Hodgson (Illustrated)

“In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.”

Men Life Long Stills Hands Lying Song Sound Dark Half Feet Wind Wall Stones Prison Sparks Squares Strain Grim All Alone Banner Bending Loopholes

Book:Collected Works

Source: Collected Works

“Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss Poems that take a thousand years to die But ape the immortality of this Red label on a little butterfly .”

Years Littles Dies Dark Thousand Kissing Red Stones Labels Immortality Butterfly Thousand Years Thrones Apes Pilgrim

Book:Selected poems

Source: Selected poems

“All that is, was, and will be. Universe much too big to see. Time and space never ending, disturbing thoughts, questions pending. Limitations of human understanding. Too quick to criticize, obligation to survive, we hunger to be alive. All that is, ever, ever was, will be ever twisting, turning, Through The Never. In the dark, see past our eyes. Pursuit of truth, no matter where it lies. Gazing up to the breeze of the heavens, on a quest, meaning, reason. Come to be, how it begun. All alone in the family of the sun, curiosity teasing everyone. On our home, third stone from the sun.”

“This involves more than I can discuss here, but do it. Read the writers of great prose dialogue-people like Robert Stone and Joan Didion. Compression, saying as little as possible, making everything carry much more than is actually said. Conflict. Dialogue as part of an ongoing world, not just voices in a dark room. Never say the obvious. Skip the meet and greet.”

People World Littles Said I Can Voice Dark Rooms Conflict Stones Obvious Dialogue Prose Ongoing Skip Dark Room Compression

Author:Janet Fitch

“Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.”

“Or have I passed my time in pouring words like water into empty sieves, rolling a stone up a hill and then down again, trying to prove an argument in the teeth of facts, and looking for causes in the dark, and not finding them?”

Trying Facts Causes Water Dark Prove Findings Argument Stones Empty Teeth Hills My Time Rolling Pouring

Book:Delphi Collected Works of William Hazlitt (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Collected Works of William Hazlitt (Illustrated)

“Other sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.”

Long Together Night Fall Sound Voice Hours Dark Lows Stones Breaths Sigh Fountain Owl Dark Night

Book:British Classics: A Tale of Two Cities (Illustrated)

Source: British Classics: A Tale of Two Cities (Illustrated)

“As the days piled up into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and fall slid into winter, I realized one of the great truths about tragedy: You can dream of disappearing. You can wish for oblivion, for endless sleep or the escape of fiction, of walking into a river with your pockets full of stones, of letting the dark water close over your head. But if you've got kids, the web of the world holds you close and wraps you tight and keeps you from falling no matter how badly you think you want to fall.”

Source: Certain Girls: A Novel

“What do you believe? I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu. Equally? It is not alone in the dark of death that all souls are one soul. Of what would you repent? Nothing. Nothing? One thing. I spoke with bitterness about my life and I said that I would take my own part against the slander of oblivion and against the monstrous facelessness of it and that I would stand a stone in the very void where all would read my name. Of that vanity I recant all.”

Firsts Believe Said Soul Lasts Suffering Names I Believe Dark My Own One Thing Stones Vanity Spokes Bitterness Void Repent Oblivion Not Alone Monstrous Slander Alone In The Dark

Author:Cormac McCarthy

“If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say "Things happen." I have to dwell on stones darkening the earth, on the river ruined in its own duration: I know nothing save things the birds have lost, the sea I left behind, or my sister crying. Why this abundance of places? Why does day lock with day? Why the dark night swilling round in our mouths? And why the dead?”

Source: Selected poems

“But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exits and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths.”

Persons Dream Light Dark Rooms Laughing Wall Please Stones Exit Entrances Light Up Dark Room Stone Walls

Book:Carmilla

Source: Carmilla

“Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields... NO, YOU CAN'T RIDE A CAT. WHO EVER HEARD OF THE DEATH OF RATS RIDING A CAT? THE DEATH OF RATS WOULD RIDE SOME KIND OF DOG. Picture more fields, a great horizon-spanning network of fields, rolling in gentle waves... DON'T ASK ME I DON'T KNOW. SOME KIND OF TERRIER, MAYBE. ...fields of corn, alive, whispering in the breeze... RIGHT, AND THE DEATH OF FLEAS CAN RIDE IT TOO. THAT WAY YOU KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE. ...awaiting the clockwork of the seasons. METAPHORICALLY.”

Knows Way Kind Two Asks Dark Alive Heard Dog Figures Fields Bird Stones Cat Seasons Wave Ask Me Gentle Tall Horizon Riding Rolling Rats Breeze Corn Whispering Fleas Clockwork Terriers Two Birds

Author:Terry Pratchett

“When the Dark comes rising six shall turn it back; Three from the circle, three from the track; Wood, bronze, iron; Water, fire, stone; Five will return and one go alone. Iron for the birthday; bronze carried long; Wood from the burning; stone out of song; Fire in the candle ring; water from the thaw; Six signs the circle and the grail gone before. Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold Played to wake the sleepers, oldest of old. Power from the Green Witch, lost beneath the sea. All shall find the Light at last, silver on the tree.”

Source: The Dark Is Rising: Movie Tie-in Edition

“Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.”

Father Dark Party Sadness Stones Palms

Book:The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel

Source: The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel

“A man falling into dark waters seeks a momentary footing even on sliding stones.”

Men Fall Water Dark Balance Stones Momentary Dark Water

Book:Silas Marner: Literary Touchstone Edition

Source: Silas Marner: Literary Touchstone Edition

“The witch's hair was too short and too dark for blond. She wasn't sure if that relieved her or disturbed her. Riley had immediately begun his interrogation, and it had gone something like this: Riley: Where is the meeting between your kind and Aden Stone supposed to take place? Witch: Go suck yourself. Riley: Maybe later. Meeting? Witch: Enjoy death. Riley: I have once already. Now, decide to talk or lose a body part. Witch: May I recommend a finger? Riley: Sure. After I take one of your very necessary hands.”

Ifs Kind May Body Hands Enjoy Loses Dark Gone Hair Stones Meetings Fingers Witch Too Short Disturbed Relieved Interrogation

Book:Unraveled

Source: Unraveled

“There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.”

Source: Hush, Hush

“I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.”

Source: Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

“There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard was one swarm of candleshine as if a population of fireflies had heard of a Grand Conglomeration and had flown here to settle in and flame upon the stones and light the brown faces and the dark eyes and the black hair.”

Ifs Whole Light Eye Faces Black Dark Heard Son Hair Daughter Stones Population Graves Settling Flames Brown Candle Graveyard Firefly Swarms Black Hair Dark Eyes

Book:The Halloween Tree

Source: The Halloween Tree

“Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.”

Ends Done Light Eye Night House Lost Stars Dark Cities Steps Morning Streets Sweet Wind Mouths Stones Empty Breaths Breathe Awakening Hills Dawn Gray Warmth Breeze Empty Streets Trill

Author:Cesare Pavese

“Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.”

Heart Stills Hands Lying Dies Stars Black Dark Sleep Lord Sun Failing Sea Land Wind Cold Bed Moon Stones Gold Bones Lifts Withered

Book:The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings

Source: The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings

“The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.”

Ifs Wells Lost Water Dark Stones Bottom Thrown Shifting

Book:The Story Sisters: A Novel

Source: The Story Sisters: A Novel

“When stones lying warm in the sun were turned over, they exposed the cold, damp earth underneath; and that was where Masako had burrowed deep. There was no trace of warmth in this dark earth, yet for a bug curled up tight in it, it was a peaceful and familiar world.”

World Earth Lying Dark Sun Cold Stones Warm Familiar Peaceful Warmth Exposed Bugs Damp

Author:Natsuo Kirino

“If, on thinking this, I look up to see if reality can quench my thirst, I see inexpressive facades, inexpressive faces, inexpressive gestures. Stones, bodies, ideas - all dead. All movements are one great standstill. Nothing means anything to me, not because it's unfamiliar but because I don't know what it is. The world has slipped away. And in the bottom of my soul - as the only reality of this moment - there's an intense and invisible grief, a sadness like the sound of someone crying in a dark room.”

“People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing gazing into the evening waters, His hands resting on old stones.”

People Hands Light Past Moving Water Church Dark Walks Sky Stones Saint Clouds Evening Bridges Gray Towers Dusk Gazing Granite Gray Skies

Author:Franz Kafka

“If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May stand yet, dark-leaved Australians or the coast cypress, haggard With storm-drift; but fire and the axe are devils. Look for foundations of sea-worn granite, my fingers had the art To make stone love stone, you will find some remnant.”

Ifs Should Looks May Art Home Dark Fire Sea Devil Stones Foundation Lifetime Fingers Storm Forests Worn Coast One Love Handful Remnants Granite Haggard Cypresses

Book:The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers

Source: The Selected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers

“The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable it is alternately stone in you and star.”

Stills Home Night Fall Passion House Heaven Stars Grows Dark Watches Darkness Tree Sky Land Calling Stones Eternity Sight Blue Ancient Sunset Coats Immensity Darkening Ancient Trees

Author:Rainer Maria Rilke

“The Dark Ages may return-the Stone Age may return on the gleaming wings of Science; and what might now shower immeasureable material blessings upon mankind may even bring about its total destruction. Beware! I say. Time may be short. Referring to the discovery of atomic energy.”

Source: The Sinews of Peace: Post-war Speeches