Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
All colours will agree in the dark.
Shall not the day of the L be darkness, and not light? even very dark, and no brightness in it?
The first day of the weekcometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre, and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulchre.
It was a dark and stormy night.
The streets were dark with something more than night.
In a world where it is so easy to neglect, deny, pervert and suppress the truth, the scientist may find his discipline severe. For him, truth is so seldom the sudden lightthat showsneworderand beauty; more often, truth is the uncharted rock that sinks his ship in the dark.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth.
A mathematician is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat which isn't there.
Novelists, whatever else they may be besides, are also children talking to childrenin the dark.
O dark dark dark. Theyall go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier, Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing The soul's sap quivers.
In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, dayafter day.
The Dark Is Light Enough.
Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and darka shining space With the grave's narrowness, though not its peace.
As you walk through the storm, Hold your head up high, And don't be afraid of the dark, At the end of the storm, Is a golden sky, And the sweet silver song of the lark, Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, With hope in your hearts, And you'll never walk alone, You'll never walk alone.
Which I wish to remark And my language is plain That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise to explain.
Iwas a sculptor.Butthat'sreallydrawinga drawing you fall over in the dark, a three-dimensional drawing.
We work in the darkwe do what we canwe give what we have.Our doubt is in our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is madness.
Everyone has talent.What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.
It is a terrible thing, this kindness that human beings do not lose. Terrible because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have.
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
Dark as the Grave Wherein my Friend is Laid.
The dark was talking to the dead; The lamp was dark beside my bed.
I've made it a rule never to drink by daylight and never to refuse a drink after dark.
And chiefly thou O spirit, that does prefer Before all temples th'upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the highth of this great argument I mayassert Eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 580
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies,O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age! Light the prime work of God to me is extinct, And all her various objects of delight Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd, Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, They creep, yet see, I dark in light expos'd To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, 586 Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.
Coonardootheycalled it, thedark well, or thewell inthe shadows.
Musing on roses and revolutions, I saw night close down on the earth like a great dark wing.
Death could drop from the dark As easilyas song.
Hab|a un solo t u nel, oscuro y solitario: el m|o, el t u nel en que hab|a transcurrido mi infancia, mi juventud, toda mi vida Yentonces, mientras yo avanzaba siempre por mi pasadizo, ella viv|a afuera su vida normal, la vida agitada que llevan esas gentes que viven afuera. There was only one tunnel, dark and solitary: mine, the tunnel in which I had spent my childhood, my youth, my entire life And then, while I kept moving through my passageway, she lived her normal life outside, the exciting life of people who live outside.
Still falls the Rain Dark as the world of man, black as our loss Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails Upon the cross.
Well, maybe like Casy says, a fellowain't got a soul of his own, but on'ya piece of a big onean then Then it don'matter. Then I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll be everywherewherever you look.Wherever they's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there.Wherever they's a cop beatin'up aguy,I'll bethere.If Casyknowed, why,I'll be inthewayguysyell whenthey'remad an'I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry an'they know supper's ready. An' when our folks eat the stuff they raise an' live in the houses they buildwhy, I'll be there. See?
For a dayand a night Love sang to us, played with us, Folded us round from the dark and the light; And our hearts were fulfilled with the music he made with us, Made with our hands and our lips while he stayed with us, Stayed in mid passage his pinions from flight For a dayand a night.
Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? 'The gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.'
Out in the dark over the snow The fallow fawns invisible go 854 With the fallow doe; And the winds blow Fast as the stars are slow.
Illustrious Cook,Columbus of our shore, To whom was left this unknown world t'explore, Its untraced bounds on faithful chart to mark, And leave a light where all before was dark.
Has anyone ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.
Had I the heavens'embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
When Pearse summoned Cuchulain to his side, What stalked through the Post Office? What intellect, What calculation, number, measurement, replied? We Irish, born into that ancient sect But thrown upon this filthy modern tide And by its formless spawning fury wrecked, Climb to our proper dark, that we may trace The lineaments of a plummet-measured face.
Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
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