Darkness Quote by Geraldine McCaughrean “If you want to please me very much, you will fall down when I shoot you," -Oates The White Darkness” — Geraldine McCaughrean ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Darkness Fall Falling down Please Want White
You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefullness,But still like air,I'll… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You May Shoot Me With Your Words, You May Cut Me With Your Eyes, You May Kill Me With Your Hatefulness, But Still, Like… — Babloo Copy Share Image
You wish to put me in the dark. I tell you that I will never be put in the dark. You wish to beat… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Love of mine, someday you'll die but I'll be close behind.. I will follow you in to the dark. no blinding light or tunnels… — Megannn Copy Share Image
“And I came home Like a stone And I fell heavy into your arms These days of darkness which we've known Will blow away with… — Mumford and Sons Copy Share Image
Please let me take you out of the dark and into the light...you need it... — Naquitta Faith Copy Share Image
Don’t make a sound I’ll be your voice You don’t need to be afraid Anymore I’ll shine a light out in the dark Guide… — David Archuleta Copy Share Image
When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you. - James Carstairs — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in… — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“Hey, when the skies turn black, I will reach you. I will pull you from the darkness and bring you home. Always.” — Randi Cooley Wilson Copy Share Image
[Peter Pan] has never broken his terrible habit of eavesdropping. So, maybe that wasn't the rustle of pages you heard while this story lasted,… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
“Why don't you come with me?" "Why? Where are you going?" "Home. I've had enough. I hate England." "Hate England?" It was too much… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
There are things roaming around inside my head as clever as Theseus in the Labyrinth. It's just that nobody ever gave them the necessary… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
“Every crime like this needs someone like me to look away and say nothing.” — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
“Not everyone can be rich,' Peter went on. 'Not everyone can be strong or clever. Not everyone can be beautiful. But we can ALL be brave! If we tell ourselves we can do it; if we say to our hearts, 'don't jump about'; if we carry ourselves like heroes... we can all be brave! We can all look Danger in… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share
“But I refuse to say. Because I love him, and you'd give anything, wouldn't you? You'd give anything for someone you love not to… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
“That's how it's done, you see. It's the same way people get horses out of burning buildings. When the whole world's on fire around… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
“Like everything perfect, he set up a ferocious pain inside me -- a flickering, griping sort of pain, because nothing as marvelous as that… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
“When Titus speaks, I can hear every word. For me, that's like when the optician slides home the right lens and all the e's and g's and o's and c's become perfectly clear again and it isn't a struggle, even to read the bottom-most line...His voice touches places inside me like someone moving through a house, flicking light switches...No peering… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share
He is everything, everything, everything I ever admired and wanted and couldn't have. He is everything I needed and couldn't find in real life.… — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
“His heart cannoned like a billiard ball off some green wall of his innards.” — Geraldine McCaughrean Copy Share Image
“Narrative cannot sustain formlessness any more than light can sustain darkness - it is the antithesis of formlessness, and so it can never truly communicate it. Chaos is the one truth that narrative must always betray, for in the creation of its delicate structures that reveal many truths about life, the portion of truth that has to do with incoherence… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share
“Wait here, wait here!" he cried and jumped up and began to run for help toward a cluster of lights he saw in the distance ahead of him. "Help, help!" he shouted, but his voice was thin, scarcely a thread of sound. The lights drifted farther away the faster he ran and his feet moved numbly as if they carried… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us… — Horace Copy Share Image
When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone twice your size who wants to pound you into the earth - it feels as if you're being injected with darkness. It's like black water as cold as ice settling in your body where your blood… — Alexander Gordon Smith Copy Share
Clear moments are so short. There is much more darkness. More ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form. — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
I even see the cinema itself as a woman, with its alternation of light and darkness, of appearing and disappearing images — Federico Fellini 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
“I promise to respect and protect your aloneness, knowing that everything created must have its period of darkness: child and bulb, poem and personality.… — anne morrow lindbergh Copy Share Image
“What does he look like? The question was soft- tentative. I knew who he meant. I interlaced my fingers through Rhysand's and squeezed tightly.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image