#dark

It’s not easy to be God. ↗

— Péter Zilahy

#coming-of-age #dark-humour #sacrifice #age

To expect and dread a thing for a lifetime; does not prepare you for the thing itself. ↗

— Mary Stewart

#dark-ages #king-author #merlin #wizards #age

Jude was good. But he let his fear and jealousy get to him." Daniel shrugged. "'Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side. ↗

— Bree Despain

#bree-despain #daniel #dark-divine #fear #hate

Darkness... When everything that you know and love... is taken from you so harshly... all you can think about is anger, hatred, and even revenge... and no one can save you. ↗

— Masashi Kishimoto

#darkness #hatred #naruto #revenge #taken

My anger with him had grown as the hours had passed. I'd convinced myself when he came to get me i would really give him a piece of my mind. Of course - it's easy to be brave when the object of your fear isn't holding your sore nipples hostage. ~ Livvie ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#seduced-in-the-dark #anger

If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the room, hatred flickering underneath every lampshade. The floor was bathed in a creeping shadow, a particular darkness that had seeped up into the walls....... ↗

— Kami Garcia

#darkness #kami-garcia #anger

The Art Magicke has rules. It means I have to teach you all my tricks. All the substitutions, the replications, the illusions. How to read minds and palms and leaves. How to disappear and reappear. "How to saw people in half?" "That too." "Nice. ↗

— Catherine Fisher

#keiro #magic #sapphique #the-dark-enchanter #art

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#artists #arts-and-humanities #books #classics #creativity

It was the soul of the machine, the ethological epicentre, the planetary ground zero of their commercial energy. I could almost feel it, shivering down like bomb-blasted rivers of glass from these undreaming towers of dark and light invading the snow-dark sky. ↗

— Iain M. Banks

#ethological-epicentre #new-york-city #snow-dark-sky #art

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#death #light #death