It's this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it's here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.
The talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.
I shower in the dark, barely able to tell soap from conditioner, and tell myself that I will emerge new and strong, that the water will heal me.
It seemed at momemts, When I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down to meet the sea and some great secert was to be revealed.
Hazel always used to say There's not enough darkness in the entire universe to snuff out the light of just one little candle.
Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?
Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. “Hey, Dark Princess? Here’s your crap. Also, bite me.
Adam, you could be a lesbian vampire succubus who moonlights as a golem and I would still want to suck your cock twenty-four-seven.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
Cold be night, cold be heart; I shall forever sit in dark, Until one day ride at Flight Against armies of Thalorion For last fight….
Finally, the water level topped off, leaving him with no more air to breathe. He drew his last breath and slipped down deep into the darkness that claimed his soul.
I reached for her through the darkness, but she was gone. Like dominoes folding over, the rest of the mirrors collapsed down on top of me. The impact caused the world around me to vanish.
In the end, bless the darkness, hold the light, because the two aren't divisible.
Art isn't life, you know. It if were, the world would go up in flames. It's artifice. By definition. ("Talking In The Dark")
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
Mal," I whispered into the night. "What?" "Thanks for finding me." I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, but somewhere in the dark, I thought I heard him whisper, "Always.
There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men.
Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
Everybody else is doing it is an excuse, not a reason. It could be that everybody else isn't, but the Devil is introducing you to the few that are in the hopes that he can fool you.
The pillow whistled across the room and smacked him in the face. Nicolas smiled, satisfied. If he was going to die, this was the man he wanted to die beside.
You don't tell anyone things like that about your friends, even when you're mad at them.
