Darkness Quote by Lauren Kate

Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of…

— Sara Teasdale

The weary August days are long; The locusts sing a plaintive song, The cattle miss their master's call When they see the sunset shadows…

— Edmund Clarence Stedman

“There is so much jasmine and nightshade in the garden that we all wake with lyrical headaches.”

— Frances Mayes

“When she had fallen asleep on me, and the saw in the yard was quiet, and a blackbird was singing as the colors of…

— Bernhard Schlink

“I AWAKENED THAT MORNING to birdsong. It was only the little yellow bird who lives in the locust tree outside our bedroom window,”

— Thomas Tryon

“Flowers were blooming, withered soon.. Rains kept falling, wasn't forever.. Dogs were barking, just for sometime.. Sun, moon & stars were invisible at times,…

— Heshan Udunuwara

“Beneath a romantic, yet melancholic dusk sky, the roads continue meandering, in their own rhythm, as I gazed into them, moments continue scattering as…

— Suman Pokhrel

“Sing to the barren sky, like rain does to a famished tree.”

— Abhishek Singh

“The night was a runny, watercolor black, rain sighing high in the tree tops, rustling on the pavement.”

— Lauren Gilley

“All at once she could hear the sullen patter of the rain and sense the sigh of the wind behind it. She remembered the…

— Robert Bloch

“Our gardener used to say beware the lure of the dusk, when demons would come out to play in the shadows of the long…

— Dinah Jefferies

“She went away, and the fireflies, on their electric circuits, fluttered after her like an errant constellation, showing her how to walk in darkness.…

— Ray Bradbury