#dark

The life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades vanish form our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent Death. Very brief is the time in which we can help them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instill faith in times of despair. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#death #joy #life #support #courage

When the warden appeared outside their cell, he ogled Regin's bared midriff. Gross. Whenever men leered at her, Regin tended to leer back. She canted her head on the floor, turning it one way, then the other. "I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#immortals-after-dark #regin-the-radiant #valkyrie #dreams

There once was a time when all people believed in God and the church ruled. This time was called the Dark Ages. ↗

— Richard Lederer

#dark-age #history #medieval #middle-ages #religion

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#gollum #hobbit #riddle #life

Good-bye -- if you hear of my being stood up against a stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease or falling down the cellar stairs. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#mexico #old-gringo #pancho-villa #the-good #age

You would like to read, but somehow the rain gets into the book, too; not literally, and yet it really does, the letters are meaningless, and all you hear is the rain. You would like to play the piano, but the rain comes to sit alongside and play an accompaniment. And then the dry weather returns, which is to say there is steam and bright light. People age quickly. ↗

— Sándor Márai

#depression #age

And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#lothaire #dreams

[The modern age] knows nothing about isolation and nothing about silence. In our quietest and loneliest hour the automatic ice-maker in the refrigerator will cluck and drop an ice cube, the automatic dishwasher will sigh through its changes, a plane will drone over, the nearest freeway will vibrate the air. Red and white lights will pass in the sky, lights will shine along highways and glance off windows. There is always a radio that can be turned to some all-night station, or a television set to turn artificial moonlight into the flickering images of the late show. We can put on a turntable whatever consolation we most respond to, Mozart or Copland or the Grateful Dead. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#isolation #loneliness #modern-society #noise #peace

Darkness was all they knew, and eventually they thought it was the light. ↗

— A.J. Deus

#age

Discover how to visit the past and bring yesterday's stories into our lives today ↗

— Gillian Hovell

#britain #bronze-age #dark-ages #history #hovell