I disapprove of lots of decisions made by George Bush: the war, the meddling in the affairs of other countries, the conversations with dictators; it was a dark time.
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don't throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.
[last lines] Emma Murdoch: I'm Anna, by the way. What's your name? John Murdoch: John. John Murdoch.
Santosh Patel: Spectacle. Don't let the stories and pretty lights fool you, boys. Religion is darkness.
[from trailer] Malcolm Tucker: I will marshal all the forces of darkness to hound you into an assisted suicide.
Dr. Iris Hineman: Sometimes, in order to see the light, you have to risk the dark.
Roy Hobbs: The only thing I know about the dark is you can't see in it.
Bones: Five years in space, God help me.
[from trailer] James T. Kirk: Let's go get this son of a bitch! [warps off]
Carol: [slaps her father] I am ashamed to be your daughter!
Detective David Tapp: At least we'll have the cover of darkness. Detective Steven Sing: So will anybody else.
There's something in human nature that says we need to have at least one symbolic place where chaos and dark desires can live.
I don't believe there's any inherent darkness at the center of religion at all. I think religion actually is a morally neutral force.
Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark.
I look at myself as an audience member. I still love movies, and I still go and sit in the back of the big dark room with everybody else, and I want the same thrill.
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
I don't know in the world why anyone would consent to be a king, and never to be left to himself, but to be worried and wearied and interfered with from dark to daybreak and from morning to the fall of night.
Old Woman: I'll swallow your soul! Ash: Come get some.
Arthur: Are all men from the future loud-mouthed braggarts? Ash: Nope. Just me baby... Just me.
Sheila: You found me beautiful once... Ash: Honey, you got reeeal ugly!
