'Learning to face the shadows outside helps us fight the shadows inside.' (AM)
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'... we didn't know the shadows were there until we had the light.' (AM)
Night had fallen in Lancre, and it was an old night. It was not the simple absence of day, patrolled by the moon and the stars, but an extension of something that had existed long before there was any light to define it by absence. (LL)
The darkness flowed back. Victor had never known darkness like it. No matter how long you looked into it your eyes wouldn’t grow accustomed to it. There was nothing to become accustomed to. It was darkness and mother of darkness, darkness absolute, the darkness under the earth, darkness so dense to be almost tangible, like cold velvet. (MP)
… on a night like this bravery lasted only as long as a candle stayed alight. (ER)
The more you faced the light the brighter is grew, and one day for the brief respite that it brought you’d look over your shoulder. And you’d see how lovely and rich and dark and beguiling your shadow had become … (BOS)
… the good guy was the good guy because he didn’t want anyone to see him being bad. He did not want to be ashamed. He did not want to be the darkness. (Sn)
There was a lot of mist around, but a few stars were visible overheard and there was a gibbous moon in the sky. Tiffany knew it was gibbous because she’d read in the Almanack that ‘gibbous’ meant what the moon looked like when it was just a bit fatter than half full, and so she made a point of paying attention to it around those times just so that she could say to herself: ‘Ah, I see the moon’s very gibbous tonight ...' (WFM)
'Stumps? Stumps? I used to like this forest. It was…well, it was darksome. You don’t get proper darksome any more. You really knew what terror was, in a forest like that.' (TB)
'To see the light is to be blinded. Do you not know that in darkness the eyes open wider?' (Th)
The night is always old. He’d walked too often down dark streets in the secret hours and felt the night stretching away, and known in his blood that while days and kings and empires come and go, the night is always the same age, always aeons deep. (J)
'Well, the night is young,’ said Albert, sitting back in the sacks.
THE NIGHT IS OLD. THE NIGHT IS ALWAYS OLD. The pigs galloped on. Then, ‘No, it ain’t.’ I’M SORRY? ‘The night isn’t any older than the day, master. It stands to reason. There must have been a day before anyone knew what the night was.’ YES, BUT IT’S MORE DRAMATIC. ‘Oh. Right, then.' (H) She’d always tried to face towards the light. But the harder you stared into the brightness the harsher it burned into you until at last, the temptation picked you up and bid you turn around to see how long, rich, strong and dark, streaming away behind you your shadow had become - (CJ)
Night poured over the desert. It came suddenly, in purple. In the clear air, the stars drilled down out of the sky, reminding any thoughtful watcher that it is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated. When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way. (J)
Only crimes could take place in darkness. Punishment had to be done in the light. That was the job of a good
watchman, Carrot always said. To light a candle in the dark. (FC) '…I am not so blind that I can’t see darkness.' (AM)
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. (RM)
It was a cold night, the type of night when frost and fog fight for domination and every sound is muffled. (M)
Sometimes it’s better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. (MA)
'Some of us think that darkness isn’t a depth, it’s a state of mind.' (Th)
'Who knows what old evil exists in the deep darkness under the mountains? There’s no darkness like it.' (Th)
On nights such as this, evil deeds are done. And good deeds, of course. But mostly evil, on the whole. (WS)
'You can take the dwarf out of the dark, but you can’t take the dark out of the dwarf.' (Th)
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