Darkness Quote by Stephenie Meyer Download Open image ““There was a darkness in Jacob now. Like my sun had imploded.”” — Stephenie Meyer ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Darkness
“With the warmth of an alien sun on his back, Jacob took a deep breath at the door and knocked.” — Sharon Sant Copy Share Image
“Like an earthbound sun, whenever someone was within his gravitational pull, Jacob warmed them. It was natural, a part of who he was. No… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“There's darkness everywhere. You just can't see it because the sun is such an attention-whore.” — Jason Gann Copy Share Image
“He knows he is my sun, but when he chooses to withhold his light, he would have my sky to be all darkness.” — Anne Brontë Copy Share Image
“I see the sun, high overhead, and then I know. This darkness doesn’t belong to the night. It belongs to me.” — Catherine Ryan Hyde 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
“All was darkness, and she had been full of fear and apprehension, and then the sun had peeped through the clouds once more.” — Hans Fallada Copy Share Image
“Daylight might have answered yes; but darkness and the horrors of death said no.” — William Golding Copy Share Image
“But when the sun goes down? We’re all just stumbling through the darkness, trying to outlast another night.” — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“That would be just like me-ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“But suddenly something sharp was cutting me, my throat, my wrists, my ankles. I screamed in shock, thinking he'd brought me there to hurt… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Everything in my world was about him. What a silly thing to expect. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“Alice: "I'll play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors." Edward: "Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Alice: "I do. Excellent.” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“What can I give you, Wanda?” he insisted. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady.“Give me a lie, Jared.… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Mike's eyes narrowed shrewdly. "Don't kid yourself, Bella. The guy's head over heels for you." "I know," I sighed. "Life is complicated." "And girls… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“You know the story in the bible? The one with the king and the two women fighting over the baby? Sure King Solomon. That's… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
I’m exactly right for you, Bella. It would have been effortless for us — comfortable, easy as breathing. I was the natural path your… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I… — Stephenie Meyer 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… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“Wait here, wait here!" he cried and jumped up and began to run for help toward a cluster of lights he saw in the… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
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… — Alexander Gordon Smith Copy Share Image
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… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“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
