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The silver in his eyes burned. "I want to kill him."
"Me too, but that's not really going to help things."
He flashed me a wild smile. "But it would make us feel better."
"Damn, you've gotten dark. Funny, but dark.
...bleached by darkness
The glass of your life is darkened, and darkly through it you see distorted and ghastly fragments of duty and destiny.
Deep blackness waits outside;
a veiled inferno it attempts to hide.
We see no more than dark clouds growing,
but set inside, a fire is glowing.
There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm.
A silent dark ... as black as a moonless lake, as a ravine's wings, darkness there and nothing more, merely this and nothing more ...
Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight
There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.
Horror does not need the dark, and sometimes a truly evil deed shuns the shadows.
The night lifted, leaving behind it a grayish light the color of stagnant water. Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in mid-air, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. The face was my own.
whose dark eyes narrowed to lightless almonds,
...and his eyes had that splendid innocence, that opaque blue candour of the satanically fallen. ~ The French Lieutenant's Woman
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There is Beauty in the Darkness
A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
Lucifer sang through the skies like a silver arrow; the bleak white steel of it, gleaming in the bleak blue emptiness of the evening.
Light
jumping out of window
is staring the dark
from afar.
You'll come up with me?"
"I need it here", I said. "The dark. The quiet." A pause.
"The sinlight drove near mad."
"I'd be your dark.
Dark be not dark but some other desire
The Stranger: Darkness warshed over the Dude - darker'n a black steer's tookus on a moonless prairie night. There was no bottom.
Eyes as dark as her heart and as empty as her soul
The clean truth of light can sometimes flow through its blackness, beauty seen dimly through darkness, and like life, it is terribly fragile, with edges that can be dangerously sharp.
A darkness different from Ember's, but just as frightening ...
It was that time of dusk when there is a - deepening of the interior shadows. It is a melancholy time: all you need do is switch on one lamp and the inside and the outside will separate, held apart by the reflections in the glass, and evening will begin.
Darkness disturbed
By the haunting white moonlight
Grey half clouds fail to contain
The moon's lust for the night.
It darkles, (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world. Yon marshpond by ruodmark verge is visited by the tide. Alvemmarea! We are circumveiloped by obscuritads. Man and belves frieren.
There is light beyond the veil.
Dark with excessive bright.
O ye gods! what thick encircling darkness blinds the minds of men!
Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth ...
The darkening of the world makes the irrationality of art rational: radically darkened art.
It was dusk and the light had an ultra-violet quality to it, a final burst of pigmentation as night and day rushed at each other in a clash of colour prisms before darkness finnaly, inevitably won out.
Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind.
Once upon a midnight dreary
The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.
S. P. T. to A. P. W. B. D. DarkDark-- J.k. Rowling
There's no dark like it. It's soft to the touch and heavy in the hands. You can open your mouth and let it sink into you 'till it makes a close ball in your belly. You can juggle with it, dodge it, swim in it. You can open it like a door.
In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade ... Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
The night is dark and filled with terrors,
...the passing gleams of the moonlight between the scudding clouds crossing and passing, [are] like the gladness and sorrow of a man's life.
You sparkle even in the dark.
I shine my light on every dark thought that arises and they turn into whispers with wings and fly away.
Show me the shadows that keep you up at night. Kiss me with your darkness
When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn't that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours.
Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.
Let not light see my black and deep desires. They eye wink at the hand, yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Darkness brutal, darkness fair at
Thy dark eyes beckon me into the darkest nether world of dark galaxies and darker supernovas. Forever in darkness, I know no light! Thy darkness my dark-light!
In the twilight, it was a vision of power.
Sometimes my life opened its eyes in the dark. A feeling as if crowds drew through the streets in blindness and anxiety on the way towards a miracle, while I invisibly remain standing.
Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in midair, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. Looking at it, I understood the reason for my fear. The face was my own.
So dark you almost miss it
Moonlight is sculpture.
The glint of devilment in his bright blue eyes, so blue that the FBI once described them in bulletins as azure. It's the rare bank robber who moves the FBI to such lyricism.
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth.
We all have dark sides to ourselves, and I want to portray that in a realistic way.
Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose somber depths turn us faint ... Yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.
Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
The beauty of darkness
is how it lets you see.
No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell; hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end . . .
Here is a handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouth-
ful of dirt, this poetry.
Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete darkness. I felt compelled to look deeper, searching for something inside her, but her soul was covered and her eyes would not show me.
It is often while travelling through the dark that you find the ones who shine brightest in your life. For they are the ones who remind you of your own beautiful light and show up, without a second thought, in your pain, as well as your glory.
It was a fine night for treachery - dark with a pale moon rising.
His reflection in her big, owl eyes hung there, faceless. She stared through him, burned through him, cut through him. She was horrifying, electrifying. He couldn't escape her in his head, and soon the way she moved colorless, speechless, was like a nightmare he wanted to stay in forever.
This is what I am talking about: the bewitching power of moonlight. Moonlight incites dark passions like a cold flame, making hearts burning with the intensity of phosphorus.
Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labour to overcome the cloud that loads 'em.
Deep darkness enhances the brightness and beauty of a little lamp.
Lightning flashed again, illuminating his eyes. A captivating shade of blue tinged with gray, they glittered like the turbulent sea. Her breath halted. It was as if his eyes were the storm. Lord
Here 'neath veils, my Saviour darkly I behold; To my thirsting spirit all thy light unfold; Face to face in heaven let me come to thee, And the blessed vision of thy glory see.
Darker the hell, darker the life...darker the death, darker the fear..." the painter's left-hand fingers where drenched in black color, which he kept on scrolling on white paper until he made a...
"Raven...darkest like hell and life...raven darkest like fear and death...raven...nevermore
As each layer of shadow is mined from the darkness, as each fear is faced and each projection reclaimed, the gold shines through.
Eyes, black and glistening like deep wells, narrow to two happy crescents
The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.
Night never needs a shade
but it requires to fade
into the grin of twinkling stars
where light is just a glint of scars
Dust webbed the window and the showtrays. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones.
Shadows that children make on the wall," said Petra, "and someone turns the light off." "Or turns a brighter one on," said Alai, "and the shadows disappear.
never seen real darkness, not in the city, but how, if you stood peeing off the cabin porch on a moonless night, or took a walk through the woods where the treetops stitched out the stars, you could almost forget you were there, you felt invisible. Country dark, his mother called it.
Shadows are our Dark Selves brought to Light.
The hollows around her eyes were darkly glamorous, her mouth sullen: she had the beauty of an insomniac.
That meek darkness be thy mirror, and thy whole remembrance.
I am sunlight slicing the dark.
The blackness of darkness, forever.
Hayden McGregor glanced with contempt at the pitch-black road. "I do not fear the darkness. It fears me." He dismissed the approaching gloom with a narrowed stare. His steel gray eyes holding it back with a contemptuous regard.
Mirrors in metal, and the masked
Mirror of mahogany that in its mist
Of a red twilight hazes
The face that is gazed on as it gazes
Lightning flashed in the dark of his eyes.
Naomi looks at me, her orange-brown eyes rimmed in dark shadow flecked with silver sparkles. All of that darkness around the pop of color in her irises makes them seem huge, like two sunsets floating in a night sky. I smirk again. There I go getting all poetic; good for me.
A part of me sought the light in all the people I knew, but with the Shadows, it was like bringing them back from a subterfuge comma. Literally tearing the veil of blackness down and showing them the luminescence of light.
Gloom is but a shadow of a cloud passing by
Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass.
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water.
across the pale glimmering of sand,
After the shadows comes light.
I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..
In the increasingly convincing darkness
The words become palpable, like a fruit
That is too beautiful to eat.
A fragile, unearthly prettiness has come out in Laura: she is like a piece of translucent glass touched by light, given a momentary radiance, not actual, not lasting.
Now, sucking all the night into his open mouth and blowing it out pale, with all the blackness left heavily inside himself ...