Dark Poetic Quotes

#1. I didn't look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.

Lucy Christopher

#2. I have shaved my head. My flowing locks are now quite a bit shorter.

David Ginola

#3. Adrianne Harun's dark, mysterious novel is by turns Gothic and grittily realistic, astute and poetic in its evocation of evil everywhere.

Andrea Barrett

#4. Life on the planet is being homogenized by the expanding human population and the frequent and rapid movement of people and goods, which carry invasive organisms with them. These invasives often flourish in their new ecosystems because, like the woolly adelgid, they have escaped their predators.

Richard Preston

#5. With this blistering salvo of poetic gutshots Lawson has proven himself Bizarro's true bard, its mad laureate. Switching from dark whimsy to retina-blast shock to political outrage without missing a beat, The Troublesome Amputee is a powerful collection of pitch-black verse.

Jeremy Robert Johnson

#6. Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes
the holy con-man with the shining mind, and the sorrowful poetic con-man with the dark mind that is Carlo Marx.

Jack Kerouac

#7. Yoga is the space where flower blossoms.

Amit Ray

#8. Poetic injustice ... having made over Japan in our own image. The Japanese, ... are now, next to us, the greatest consumers of meat in the world.

Mother Jones

#9. Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array, -
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
Poetic Verse by

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#10. I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

Lauren DeStefano

#11. There were secrets there, the secrets of the ether all mankind is born from; of the blackness that holds our oldest memories captive.

Bryan Hall

#12. Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.

Lauren DeStefano

#13. Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

Lauren DeStefano

#14. To lay hold of the mean without taking into account the occasion is like grasping one thing only.

Mencius

#15. Ahimsa can be practiced only towards those that are inferior to you in every way.

Mahatma Gandhi

#16. Poetic justice, poetic justice.. if I told you that a flower bloom in a dark room would you trust it. I mean I write poems in these songs.

Kendrick Lamar

#17. He was now working his way through the many shades of grief. Sadness made everything gray, he'd learned, but there were different types of gray, some darker than others. There were dark spots in his memories he wasn't brave enough to enter.

Lauren DeStefano

#18. She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had ever come across.

Akshay Vasu

#19. Attention is the key; for where man's attention goes, there goes his energy, and he himself can only follow.

Count Of St. Germain

#20. Fears and lies intensify consciousness.

Mason Cooley

#21. Ty?" I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. "So what's it like anyway? Australia?"
You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
"You'll find out," you said.

Lucy Christopher

#22. A man who knows a thing, who is aware of a given danger, and sees the possibility of a remedy with his own eyes, has the duty and obligation, by God, not to work 'silently,' but to stand up before the whole public against the evil and for its cure.

Adolf Hitler

#23. The power of free will is developed and confirmed by increasing the number of worthy motives which influence conduct.

John Lancaster Spalding

#24. I push through to where it is the thickest, where it is the loudest, where you can feel the music in your teeth, where it overpowers your heartbeat, where it takes over. I don't want my own heartbeat tonight. I want it to pulse and pump outside of me.

Kiersten White

#25. Naomi looks at me, her orange-brown eyes rimmed in dark shadow flecked with silver sparkles. All of that darkness around the pop of color in her irises makes them seem huge, like two sunsets floating in a night sky. I smirk again. There I go getting all poetic; good for me.

C.M. Stunich

#26. I didn't want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I'd found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn't look beautiful this time. Just evil.

Lucy Christopher

#27. I take no sides. I am interested in the shape of ideas. There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine: "Do not despair; one the thieves was saved. Do not presume; one of the thieves was damned." That sentence has a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters.

Samuel Beckett

#28. Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

Lucy Christopher

#29. Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

Lucy Christopher

#30. The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord," Mirri said. "Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.

George R R Martin

#31. I think that a symbolism is attached to particular images, becomes marked in the unconscious. To exorcise it, to rearrange it, to reshape it, to make it my own, involves unearthing it, describing it, deploying it inform, and then rearranging it.

Sarah Charlesworth

#32. The media is the right arm of anarchy.

Dan Brown

#33. For me black is not dark, it's poetic. I don't think of gothic I think of classic - it's a big difference.

Ann Demeulemeester

#34. I get home at the end of the day and I don't want to talk. All I want to do is lay on the floor and pet my dogs and my cats.

Ellen DeGeneres

#35. I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.

Lucy Christopher

#36. Until you allow yourself to blossom into a state of boundlessness, you should not be content, you must burn with discontent.

Jaggi Vasudev