Dark Quote by R.J. Lawrence Download Open image ““The door closed and darkness claimed the room.”” — R.J. Lawrence ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dark Darkness Darkness-and-light Darkness-quotes Light Light-quotes
“The door was locked. I quickly took care of that little problem and walked into the dark room with the only illumination coming from… — Ritter Ames Copy Share Image
“More like a door being opened a tiny crack to let a sliver of light in. It wasn't enough to see clearly by, but… — Sarah Dessen 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
“I kept staring at the door as if it held the secret to the universe.” — A.B. Shepherd Copy Share Image
“There is a darkened corridor, forgotten by the sun, shrouded in shadow and transgression.” — Michael Hibbard Copy Share Image
“he nodded and pointed up a staircase just inside the door. The stairs were dark and dusty, no hint reaching them of the bright… — Michaela Thompson Copy Share Image
“I will not talk to my own darkness anymore, I promised myself, closing the door on the Other. A fall from the third floor… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“The door of illumination is open to those for whom other doors are closed.” — Idries Shah Copy Share Image
“They weren’t in a room, as he had supposed. They were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they… — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
“She sat at the little table, her expression like that of a child digesting failed plans.” — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“She looked at his face. So old and wrinkled. So beautiful and just right.” — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“When the people are not enlightened enough to exercise intelligent control, you take it from them, not to command their lives, but to create… — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“A smile leaked from behind the boy’s somber face, and then the thing withered like a little flower growing someplace infirm.” — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“On one side of the room, a middle-aged couple filled the boxes of a newspaper crossword puzzle, their faces lit with broad smiles, their… — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“He kissed her somber lips and said goodbye, and then he shut the door in her beautiful face against whatever sanity still nested in… — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“They rolled up the path, tree branches raking the windshield like angry wardens.” — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“You have to get angry in the face of bad situations. It's the most effective way to escape the bridles of despair.” — R.J. Lawrence 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
