Dark Quote by Cormac McCarthy Download Open image ““There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead.”” — Cormac McCarthy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dark
“But those days were dead, and the future held only nights, a stretch of darkness that led down to the eternal dark.” — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“There is nothing like the silence and loneliness of night to bring dark shadows over the brightest mind.” — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
“He took deep breaths. He wanted to sleep. At least in sleeping, he could find a kind of peace. At least in sleeping, he… — Alex London Copy Share Image
“In the darkness, I had been afraid that he was evil. At dawn, I realized he had been my friend and guardian, watching over… — Andrew Klavan Copy Share Image
“I believe that I would find it a nightmare of the most nightmarish sort to face my dying day suddenly realizing that I had… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
“I no longer liked the night. The darkness was where he lied in wait, waiting for it to swallow me whole, suffocating my senses… — Devon Ashley Copy Share Image
“There was light in him, one so bright it could illuminate the entire night sky if only it wasn't covered over by the shadow… — M.S. Willis Copy Share Image
“The night was silent and full of ghostly beauty, so strange since it was as bright as day.” — J.L. Marrain Copy Share Image
“He didn't mind her catching a glimpse of all the dark as long as he could be a part of her light.” — S. M. Yair-Levy Copy Share Image
“That was one of the things about the night. Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn’t so much… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Sleep looked so much like death, he saw. Every night people perished, if but for a moment. The cryopods and this hopping through the… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The events of the world can have no separate life from the world. And yet the world itself can have no temporal view of things. It can have no cause to favor certain enterprises over others. The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one. There is no favoring, you see. How could there be?… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said. The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and the vast world of sand and scrub shearing upward into the shoreless void where those blue islands trembled and the earth grew uncertain, gravely canted and veering out through tinctures of rose and the dark beyond… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He lives in a room above a courtyard behind a tavern and he comes down at night like some fairybook beast to fight with the sailors. He is not big but he has big wrists, big hands. His shoulders are set close. The child's face is curiously untouched behind the scars, the eyes oddly innocent. They fight with fists, with… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must've been one. Where'd he go?” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust and scaling paint. They pushed into the cab and he blew away the ash from the engineer's seat and put the boy at the controls. The controls were very simple. Little to do but push the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Crony capitalism is essentially a condition in which... public officials are giving favours to people in the private sector in payment of political favours. — Alan Greenspan Copy Share Image
“I could see her will leaving and death seeping through her skin to skewer her soul.” — J.D. Stroube Copy Share Image
The soul wanders in the dark, until it finds love. And so, wherever our love goes, there we find our soul. — Mary Zimmerman Copy Share Image
“Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.” — Carla H Krueger Copy Share Image
It's a really dark, emotionally wrenching world that we've created on 'The Walking Dead.' — Laurie Holden Copy Share Image
I get afraid of the dark if I'm in a great deal of dark, and I have to move around inside of that fear...… — Emil Ferris Copy Share Image
I guess he'll have to figure out someday that he is supposed to have this dark side, that it is part of what it means to be human, to have the darkness just as much as the light- that in fact the dark parts make the light visible; without them, the light would disappear. But I guess he has to… — Anne Lamott Copy Share
“Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was a beast and beasts care not for such things, and the girl died along with her dreams. From childhood's grave sprang a young woman, jaded… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I don’t know, from someone with my name and postmarked years ago, while I await injunctions from the light or the dark; I wait for shapeliness limned, or dissolution. Is paradise due or narrowly missed until another thousand years? I wait in a blue hour and faraway noise of… — Li-Young Lee Copy Share
Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink till we burst, we cannot have it all, or want it all. In its abundance it survives our thirst. In the evening we come down to the shore to drink our fill, and sleep, while it flows through the regions… — Wendell Berry Copy Share
