I follow Plato only with my mind
Pure beauty strikes me as a little thin
A little cold, however beautiful.
I am in love with what is mixed and impure
Doubtful, dark and hard to disencumber
I want beauty I must dig for, search for.
Pure beauty is beginning and not end
Begin with the sun and drop from sun to cloud
From cloud to tree, and from tree to earth itself
And deeper yet to the earth dark root.
I am in love with what resists my loving
With what I have to labor to make live.
Tags: doubt love beauty dark darkness earth beautiful root
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Vladimir NabokovTags: life reality death darkness light brevity
Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth...
Neil GaimanAnd this also," said Marlow suddenly, "has been one of the dark places of the earth.
Joseph ConradTags: civilization darkness
We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst.
William HillTags: darkness
POZZO:
I am blind.
(Silence.)
ESTRAGON:
Perhaps he can see into the future.
Tags: humor pessimism future darkness funny
A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
Jean GenetAnd starward drifts the stricken world,
Lone in unalterable gloom
Dead, with a universe for tomb,
Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.
(“The Testimony of the Suns”)
Tags: death darkness apocalypse armageddon
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 the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.
Cormac McCarthyTags: darkness mystery prophetic hopeful
Carry the fire.
Cormac McCarthyTags: hope darkness emotion prophecy
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