Top 88 Dark City Quotes
#1. The train hit her with the sound of a meat-filled hefty bag smacking the pavement, and the effect was much the same, I guess. (Dark City Lights)
Warren Moore
#2. Dark City Blue is a freight train of a thriller crashing through some madhouse city night while a bomb's ticking down to zero. It's the cage fighting equivalent of a police procedural: violent, gaudy, and packing heat.
Trent Jamieson
#3. A New York plate that said you die. (Dark City Lights)
Ed Park
#4. It was as if my sould had left my body, floated up to the ceiling, and was watching me destroy my own career with one deliberately assaultive punch. (Dark City Lights)
Peter Hochstein
#5. She resents the chipped paint of the table and the dingy closet they call a dressing room. (Dark City Lights)
Annette Meyers
#6. The main thing about aliens is that they are alien. They feel no responsibility for fulfilling any of your expectations. (Dark City Lights)
Robert Silverberg
#7. Sometimes I help him out and sometimes he helps me out, and sometimes he tries to push me through the wall. (Dark City Lights)
Parnell Hall
#8. While he sweated out a story she bled put a poem. (Dark City Lights)
S.J. Rozan
#9. Turned away from the sooty sill and the dark city-
turned away forever
from the factories, the personal strivings,
to a life of the imagination.
Mary Oliver
#10. The dollar bills attached to her hips fluttered to the rug of the small square stage, like the first flakes of winter in the Bronx. (Dark City Lights)
Tom Callahan
#11. I worked all day in back ofa hot van snipping off dog balls, I can cut one more pair. (Dark City Lights)
Thomas Pluck
#12. History is finite-there's only so much you can learn about a six square block historic district in New York City. (Dark City Lights)
Kat Georges
#13. The dimple in his left cheek was ironic-it gave the impression that he was sweet as a cupcake. (Dark City Lights)
Elaine Kagan
#14. She shuffled with her head bowed, her dark eyes drifting to avoid contact, and she screamed in bed at night. (Dark City Lights)
Jim Fusilli
#15. The city was a hive from this height, the people and the yellow cabs moving about in the street below like pre-programmed insects. (Dark City Lights)
David Levien
#16. I heaved into being, came out of the stone, the bricks, and other elements, and took form. (Dark City Lights)
Jerrold Mundis
#17. Just like life, it was over much too soon. And just like life, there weren't any answers. But like that one-in-an-eight-million great New York moment, I didn't need one. (Dark City Lights)
Peter Carlaftes
#18. Only criminals and madmen walk into Central Park after midnight...or, occasionally, an actor. (Dark City Lights)
Jane Dentinger
#19. It would be one hell of an addition to someone's scrapbook. (Dark City Lights)
Bill Bernico
#20. A year earlier my parents had moved us out of the city to a split-level on Long Island, their idea of the American dream, which meant it as now an hour-and-a-half commute via the 7:06 Hicksville to Penn Station every morning. (Dark City Lights)
Jonathan Santlofer
#21. As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.
Colm Toibin
#22. That was 1993 grunge in suburbia. This was 2003 hell in Harlem. (Dark City Lights)
Eve Kagan
#23. Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck moving tense unheeded to gong clangs siren howls and wheels rumbling through the dark city.
William Carlos Williams
#24. But for now there was this, and it was enough, it was more than they could have hoped for: the two of them in their stone corner, their dark clothes bleeding into the dusk, lights being kindled across the city, and a few pale stars in the sky.
Sarah Waters
#25. I don't like keeping her in the dark," Jace said.
"We'll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?"
Jace gave him a look. "Two weeks ago you were dead."
"Well, I wasn't suggesting two weeks," said Sebastian. "That would be insane.
Cassandra Clare
#26. I cannot say who I will be tomorrow. Each day is new, and each day I am born again. I see hope everywhere, even in the dark, and when I die, I will perhaps become God.
Paul Auster
#27. For me, St. Petersburg is the city that I can never escape because it has this special energy, even a dark energy. It keeps pulling me back.
Anna Netrebko
#28. Pull up the shades so I can see New York. I don't want to go home in the dark.
O. Henry
#29. This campus was an island of quiet in the city's roar, and at night it was an island of dark in the city's blaze.
Hugh MacLennan
#30. A drunken whore walks in a dark street at night, shedding snatches of song like petals. Was it in this that Anthony heard the heart-numbing strains of the great music which persuaded him to surrender for ever to the city he loved? The
Lawrence Durrell
#31. All the dark, intricate, puzzling providences at which we were sometimes so offended ... we shall [one day] see to be to us, as the difficult passage through the wilderness was to Israel, "the right way to the city of habitation".
John Flavel
#32. San Francisco is a breathtakingly beautiful city, with lots of great contrasts between dark and light, often overlapping each other. It's a great setting for a horror story.
Christopher Moore
#33. She realized all at once that Doon, thin, dark eyed Doon, with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket, and his good heart
was the person she knew better than anyone now. He was her best friend.
City of Ember
Jeanne DuPrau
#34. Dear God, I was terribly lost
When the galaxies crossed
And the sun went dark.
Dear God, you're the only North Star
I would follow this far.
Owl City
#35. Jason woke to a feeling of fear, borne from a dream that he couldn't remember when waking. But as his mind focused, he found the dream right before him. The half-woman lay perfectly molded against his body, her wings draped down her back.
Derendrea
#36. The buildings of the great city of Placeholder sprawled either side of the dark crack of the river like boils on buttocks. There
Barnaby Yard
#37. I will love you, I will honor you, I will give you my affections. I will walk with no other partner, and no matter how dark or how cold the way, no matter how weak you become, I will love you always and walk together with you until we reach the King's City.
Annie Wald
#38. Prague. Praha. The name actually meant "threshold". Pollina had said the city was a portal between the life of the good and ... the other. A city of dark magic, Alessandro had called it.
Magnus Flyte
#39. Though Kaz's tone was easy, Matthias heard the dark anticipation in his words. He had often wondered how people survived this city, but it was possible Ketterdam would not survive Kaz Brekker.
Leigh Bardugo
#40. He was aware for the first time of how quiet the city had gotten. After dark the streets and canals seemed to empty out. As if Venice felt less of an obligation to pretend to be part of this millennium at night, and had reverted to its medieval self again.
Lev Grossman
#41. The modern city consists of ... dark, narrow streets full of gasoline fumes, coal dust, and toxic gasses, torn by the noise ...
Alexis Carrel
#42. The city man, in his neon-and-mazda glare, knows nothing of nature's midnight. His electric lamps surround him with synthetic sunshine. They push back the dark. They defend him from the realities of the age-old night.
Edwin Way Teale
#43. You might hear people decry the loss of privacy in today's world, but radical transparency is dramatically reducing violence everywhere. Most violent things happen in the dark when no one's watching, whether it's an oppressive dictator or someone causing violence in the inner city.
Peter Diamandis
#44. All the city was playing with this sound out there in the blue summer dark, throwing it up and calling it back, promising that, in a little while, life would be beautiful as a story, promising happiness, and by that promise giving it
F Scott Fitzgerald
#45. I grew up in Bulgaria in a small city on the Black Sea Coast, so I was very interested in the sea, marine life, and everything related to it. But it was also a very dark place at night, so I could see the stars. And I just got very interested in it.
Dimitar Sasselov
#46. I did not dread the dark winter as people do when they have lost their youth and live alone in some great city.
Siegfried Sassoon
#47. Today I keep thinking of all the people who have left and never returned - my brothers, Khan Tegus, our guards, this entire city. What a strange, dark world that swallows people whole.
Shannon Hale
#48. Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre," Stead wrote, "but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead.
Erik Larson
#49. And the city itself was just a glow on the dark earth...
Monica Ali
#50. I traveled with then-Senator Obama to Israel in 2008. I will never forget our time in the holy city of Jerusalem and following behind him as he approached the Western Wall - and even in the dark hours of that very early morning, it was a place bustling with energy afforded by one's faith.
Denis McDonough
#51. You stand in a dark room and grow a tree in your chest.
The color pink is your national anthem.
You have fled the burning city, but your pocket smolders.
He bats his eyelids and dust flies.
You are a well trying to quench its own thirst,
a tiger licking its bloody paw.
Karen Finneyfrock
#52. The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground
Haruki Murakami
#53. Despite which, Charlie seems doomed to stumble around in the dark, clutching pieces of a puzzle he still can't see.
Garth Risk Hallberg
#54. My hometown is a very boring city. There isn't a lot of industry - there are a lot of trees. It's not like Beijing where the sky is always dark. In my city the sky is blue and the sun shines.
Liu Wen
#55. It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were silent, one could almost pretend to be in nature. A forest. A meadow. Crickets and birdsong. But the corpse of civilization is as restless as the creatures that now roam the graveyards.
Isaac Marion
#56. Things end. Everything ends. But for a few days in a city full of hunger, and avarice, and alienation - in this fucked-up mess of a life spent wandering in the dark without a hand to hold on to - I was not alone. And neither were you.
Julio Alexi Genao
#57. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#58. Dreadful is the mysterious power of fate; there is no deliverance from it by wealth or by war, by walled city or dark, seabeaten ships.
Sophocles
#59. A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves in the midst of gardens. In front of several, I saw large magnolias, their dark, glazed leaves glittering in the March sunshine.
William Cullen Bryant
#60. The novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald said that the real dark night of the soul was always three o'clock in the morning, and those sixty minutes between three o'clock and four were reliably and literally the darkest in the city.
Dean Koontz
#61. It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas.
Christopher Fowler
#62. I am pregnant with song. My body aches but do not betray me. I will sing songs and hide them away. I will tear them into bits and throw them in the street. The streets of my city are full of dark holes. I will hide my songs in the holes of the streets.
Sherwood Anderson
#63. Crucial insights that we need to convey to ourselves can often be received only at night, like city church bells that have to wait until dark to be heard. During
Alain De Botton
#64. never seen real darkness, not in the city, but how, if you stood peeing off the cabin porch on a moonless night, or took a walk through the woods where the treetops stitched out the stars, you could almost forget you were there, you felt invisible. Country dark, his mother called it.
Tom Franklin
#65. The city was a machine of its own, continuously producing. We were constantly pumped out through its assembly line, in different forms or models. We came hardwired with different stories, dark secrets, vices, and defects. Over time, we fail and come to find our end, but the city continues onwards.
Cristina Martin
#66. So the swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets ...
Oscar Wilde
#67. I was a cub reporter on a local newspaper in Limerick city, and I used to cover the district court meetings. All of life passed through the Limerick courthouse. Misery, malevolence, the dark side of humanity ... I tell ya, it made 'Angela's Ashes' look like 'The Wonderful World of Disney.'
Kevin Barry
#68. Every Assassin knew that real black often stood out in the dark, because the night in the city is usually never full black, and that gray or dark green merge much better. But they wore black anyway, because style trumps utility every time.
Terry Pratchett
#69. The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.
Markus Zusak
#70. It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.
Philip Reeve
#71. I am going to carry my bed into New York City tonight
complete with dangling sheets and ripped blankets;
I am going to push it across three dark highways
or coast along under 600,000 faint stars.
Gerald Stern
#72. Observing that, from this height, the city which had been so dark as he walked through it seemed to be on fire.
James Baldwin
#73. I'm alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.
Isaac Marion
#74. By day Lisbon has a naive theatrical quality that enchants and captivates, but by night it is a fairy-tale city, descending over lighted terraces to the sea, like a woman in festive garments going down to meet her dark lover.
Erich Maria Remarque
#75. It was past dark when I reached the city and I'd mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along the way.
Deborah Wheeler
#76. There was a dark aura about him, a hint of caged power in that deceptively casual, sprawled poise. Danger personified.
If this had been a film she would have expected to hear the warning wail of an electric guitar creep over the soft background bustle of the city.
Heather R. Blair
#77. So many windows are dark. It's as if the city has become a library of books in an unknown language, the houses great shelves of illegible volumes, the lamps all extinguished.
But there is a machine in the attic at work again. A spark in the night.
Anthony Doerr
#78. We looked as if we'd been cobbled together in Photoshop, the three of us, walking to my husband's funeral. One white middle-class mother, one skinny black refugee girl, and one small Dark Knight from Gotham City.
Chris Cleave
#79. The Thames was beautiful, dark, and swift beneath the billion yellow and white lights of the city ...
Charles Finch
#80. This was a townscape raised in the teeth of cold winds from the east; a city of winding cobbled streets and haughty pillars; a city of dark nights and candlelight, and intellect.
Alexander McCall Smith
#81. Outside, the dark brushed the city and the wind unleashed the snow
Colum McCann
#82. I caressed Cristina in the dark, listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to each other and to nobody else.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#83. It has become a secret
habit, me, the city skyline, the
comfort of the dark, the
anonymity, and the
knowledge that up here
nobody knows who I am
Jojo Moyes
#84. 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
#85. When you are alone - at sea, in the polar dark - an absence can keep you alive. The one you love maintains your mind. But when she's merely across the city, this is an absence that eats you to the bone.
Anne Michaels
#86. The sun had set. Night had come to the city. How easy it would be if everything went dark, and the world ended right here, right now. What a relief it would be.
Keigo Higashino
#87. And this other evening light, rainy, rose and silver, and to her left a river the color of cold lead. Dark tumble of city, towers in the distance, few lights.
William Gibson
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