Top 100 Short Dark Sayings
#1. Short, dark, and slight, he looks simultaneously middle-aged and prepubescent, a little worse for wear in any case with his black hair matted like a street cat and his eyes crusted over and bleary.
David Winner
#2. Short, dark hair and strong shoulders. He had a handsome, intelligent
James Patterson
#3. Her gaze lingers on him a moment longer, though, and the way his short dark hair and naturally pale coloring enhance the sinister appearance of his stare.
Lynn Kelling
#4. O harmless Death! whom still the valiant brave,
The wise expect, the sorrowful invite,
And all the good embrace, who know the grave
A short dark passage to eternal light.
William Davenant
#5. When I was in school, I got there on the first day and everyone had long, blonde, straight hair, and I had short, dark, curly hair. I immediately felt I didn't fit in and started growing my hair. But I've learned that I'm only happy when I am truly me and feel comfortable and confident in myself.
Emmy Rossum
#6. Around five-eight, slim, good shoulders, narrow hips, legs and trunk in proportion, short dark hair, side parting, dark eyes, probably blue, shadows under the eyes, fair skin, average nose, wide mouth, lower lip fuller than upper.
Val McDermid
#7. I daresay that's a better-looking man there. A cleverer man.' He ran one hand through his short dark hair, frowning at his reflection. 'Not sure if I trust that bastard, though.
Joe Abercrombie
#8. I frowned with disappointment. I'm not sure what I'd expected to see, although a short, dark-haired man standing beneath a floating neon arrow that read BAD GUY HERE would have been nice. A suspect and quick confession wouldn't have been amiss, either. This was a lot harder than in the movies.
Chloe Neill
#9. Nora cocked her head as she studied it. It was an interesting piece. Rather large as it lay nestled in the short, dark curls. It seemed oddly harmless lying there, and she had a sudden urge to reach out and touch it.
Kinley MacGregor
#10. I worked all day in back ofa hot van snipping off dog balls, I can cut one more pair. (Dark City Lights)
Thomas Pluck
#11. Gloaming," Dad said. "What?" "That word I couldn't remember. Gloaming. That short, murky time between half-light and dark.
Laurie Halse Anderson
#12. Life is too short to waste ... 'Twill soon be dark; Up! mind thine own aim, and God speed the mark!
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#14. What does he look like? Not big, not small, not short, not tall, not old not young, not dark nor blond. His eyes are the only thing that give him away; they're as mean as a snake's. We were all afraid of him. Sometimes we feared we might become as evil as him!
Tonke Dragt
#15. My mother was a woman. A black woman. A single mother. Raising two kids on her own. So she was dark skinned. Had short hair. Got no love from nobody except for a group called the Black Panthers. So that's why she was a Black Panther.
Tupac Shakur
#16. This isn't where I intended to be. Killing a person has a funny way of getting your life off-track.
Erin Mitchell
#17. Do right! and thou hast naught to fear;Right hath a power that makes thee strong.The night is dark, but light is near;The grief is short, the joy is long.
Thomas Cogswell Upham
#18. 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
#19. The time groaned by as John made a fool of himself. Eventually, he grew numb to the death and sin around him. He even came to enjoy gallivanting cross-country like a true crusader. His name brought tears of joy or pain of anger to those he left in his wake. The result of his own unresolved pain.
Solange Nicole
#20. The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
John Updike
#21. It's so dark," she said lamely.
"You want me to hold your hand?"
Clary put both her hands behind her back like a small child.
"Don't talk down to me."
"Well, I could hardly talk up to you. You're too short.
Cassandra Clare
#22. In short, superheroes balance the forces of light and dark, rage and serenity, and the sacred and the profane within themselves and from it forge an identity that is powerful and purposeful.
Deepak Chopra
#23. 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
#24. The time is short and the hills is dark and I's got miles to go before I sleeps. Is is no easy road.
Ian McDonald
#25. Every trend in my high school was terrible! I used to wear my hair in a tight bun and let two long pieces hang in the front. I'd also wear really dark eyeliner and bright pink eyeshadow. For some reason, my friends and I thought it was really fashionable to wear a short tie with our uniforms.
India De Beaufort
#26. My father was short for a man, with a child's plaything for a name - Spinner. He had flawless dark brown skin and a head full of big, wet-looking curls, black as oil. And he had the smile of a scoundrel - the kind of smile that disarmed men and undressed women.
Charles M. Blow
#27. My God. Is there some unwritten law that you guys have to be giants? (Amanda)
What can I say? Artemis likes her Dark-Hunters tall. Short men need not apply. (Acheron)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#29. The Dark Ages may return-the Stone Age may return on the gleaming wings of Science; and what might now shower immeasureable material blessings upon mankind may even bring about its total destruction. Beware! I say. Time may be short.
Referring to the discovery of atomic energy.
Winston Churchill
#30. Whether you're Huguenot or Catholic or Jewish or gypsy or short or have dark skin- or blue skin. Everyone is different. Each person has his or her own soul and is master of his or her own destiny.
Liz Braswell
#31. 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
#32. Quote from "FUTURE GONE":
" ... I set the house on fire. It's dark outside. The fire tears down the darkness. I turn my back to the place and leave, not knowing where.
And suddenly I understand ...
All dreams are dead now".
Alexandar Tomov
#33. He rose grumpily, fell to the floor, and crawled. I looked at his exposed butt crack, a dark unkempt abyss that I was falling into. I was short of breath. I felt paralyzed. His asshole was a canyon. This was my 127 hours. I needed to chip away at the rock and get out.
Amy Schumer
#34. And you have fixed my life - however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but I shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.
Wilfred Owen
#35. Gabrielle chuckled, her dark eyes twinkling. "So he's been after you, has he? Poor Etta, pursued by a sun priest offering to pleasure - "
"Every nook and cranny," Marietta interrupted dryly and Gabrielle tipped her head back with a throaty laugh.
Michelle O'Leary
#36. Paoletta turned to him with a dark face.
You'd better watch out, Chase. He's passed over to the evil side.
Stefania Mattana
#37. 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
#38. Good choice, Polly," she soothes, caressing my long, dark hair.
"You may not have been fucked by a woman before but, if you're a good girl now, then you soon will be ...
Felicity Brandon
#39. I found that I could write two kinds of short stories: I could write very absurd, kind of surrealistic, funny stories; or I could write very dark, realistic - hyper-realistic - stories. I was never happy with that, because I couldn't meld the two.
Dennis Lehane
#40. She resents the chipped paint of the table and the dingy closet they call a dressing room. (Dark City Lights)
Annette Meyers
#41. 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
#42. Life is a flash of lightning in the dark of night. It is a brief time of tremendous potential.
B. Alan Wallace
#43. An attractive man of the dark, messy hair variety came around a corner and stopped short. He stared intently at her, his dark blue eyes mesmerizing. "Can I help you?" He slid behind the desk and
Cleo Peitsche
#44. While he sweated out a story she bled put a poem. (Dark City Lights)
S.J. Rozan
#45. Writing down call numbers with short pencils, searching up and down aisles that would turn dark when the timers on the lights expired. She recalls, visually, certain passages in the books she'd read. Which side of the book, where on the page.
Jhumpa Lahiri
#46. Evening," Zane greeted quietly, voice still dark with sleep. He yawned and ran his hand through his hair. The short curls were riotous. "I'm hungry." "Ugh," Ty groaned sleepily. "God, you're worse than a date," he muttered. "I have to feed you, too?
Abigail Roux
#47. A love letter can be very short or it can be long; it can be literary or non-literary; it can be bright or dark, cheerful or tragic. But above all, for a love letter to be a love letter it must be sincere!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#48. I'm quite capable of walking," she pointed out.
It is faster this way. Your legs are short."
They are not!
Christine Feehan
#49. As the carriage bumped her bones along the dark country lanes, Martha decided that if she ever got back to her own time she would write a book called 'Travel in the Edwardian Era. It would be a short book - OUCH in capital letters followed by fifty pages of bad language.
Stephen Cole
#50. 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
#51. She had a hard time making herself let go and they waged a short, silent, silly little battle that he won, which she reluctantly conceded was probably only fair since it was part of his body.
Karen Marie Moning
#52. having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro who had come from one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which formed a short cut from the waterfront to the deceased's home
H.P. Lovecraft
#53. You're a Dark-Hunter."
He kissed her lightly on the lips. "What I am is a man in love with a woman. I want you, Amanda. For the rest of my blessedly short mortal life. I want to wake at dawn with you in my arms and watch our children play and fight.
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#54. I was so full of missing her that I felt my heart would splinter into a thousand tiny pieces, but I found comfort in the thought of them together up there in the shade of those old trees, overlooking the bay. It tempered my grief ever so slightly, like a feather come to lodge in a dark place.
Ute Carbone
#55. He looked to be a little over forty. Mouth somehow twisted. Clean-shaven. Dark-haired. Right eye black, left -for some reason- green. Dark eyebrows, but one higher than the other. In short, a foreigner.
Mikhail Bulgakov
#56. Ty." Zane's even, soothing tones finally broke on the short gasp of his name. "I Love you and I'm scared I'll lose you. Please don't leave me alone in the dark.
Madeleine Urban
#57. Answered his knock with a smile, a short one forced through because she was at heart a warm person, not given to the dark mood swings which now plagued her.
John Grisham
#58. Healing is a deeply private process and, honestly, you're not welcome to be a part of it. But you will have given me a short furlough from the dark, sorry prison of my mind, and that gift, precious in its own right, is really the best you can hope to offer.
Jonathan Tropper
#59. Only criminals and madmen walk into Central Park after midnight...or, occasionally, an actor. (Dark City Lights)
Jane Dentinger
#60. 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
#61. I heaved into being, came out of the stone, the bricks, and other elements, and took form. (Dark City Lights)
Jerrold Mundis
#62. A normal day of working in Burbank is 14 hours, sometimes more. On 'The Revenant' sometimes it was eight hours, but we were shooting only five. So they were short days, but they were very strenuous because of the weather. And it was very dark.
Emmanuel Lubezki
#63. This daemon loves men whose marriage beds have grown cold, so she can set them ablaze.
Solange Nicole
#64. The divorce papers remained unopened in the crisp yellow envelope. He had thrown it on his desk without a backward glance. Between his lashes, his dark chocolate eyes burned with fury but there was something else in the depths that she hadn't seen in a long time, passion.
Suzan Battah
#65. Father lied.
The knowledge tasted bitter on her tongue. She folded the
orb into a scarf she'd brought. It didn't conceal its light, but it was
better than carrying the orb through the halls exposed.
Jennifer M. Zeiger
#66. Short fiction is like low relief. And if your story has no humor in it, then you're trying to look at something in the pitch dark. With the light of humor, it throws what you're writing into relief so that you can actually see it.
Elizabeth McCracken
#67. It would be one hell of an addition to someone's scrapbook. (Dark City Lights)
Bill Bernico
#68. The short story narrates the moment when a dark door, long closed, is opened, when a forgotten error is unwittingly repeated, when the fabric of a life is revealed to have been woven from frail and dubious fiber over top of something unknowable and possibly very bad.
Michael Chabon
#69. And what a man he is. Tall, but not too tall. Five o'clock shadow. Late twenties, early thirties. Piercing blue eyes. Short, brown hair that juts forward, matching his angular face. He's wearing an untucked, button-down white shirt and dark-grey slacks. He looks disheveled in the best way possible.
Samantha Riley
#70. Publishing a short story can sometimes feel like shouting into the dark ... your words come out, and then nothing ... but I don't think that's why I tend to write novels rather than stories.
Alice McDermott
#71. 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
#72. 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
#73. Writing a short story is a little like walking into a dark room, finding a light and turning it on. The light is the end of the story.
Dan Chaon
#74. In the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his sense a dim rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, his fame doubtful. In short, all that is body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapors.
Marcus Aurelius
#75. If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better.
Alexandar Tomov
#76. His love with Lucy bled from his heart as he slipped into a dark despair - a melancholy that only she could sever with her chaste voice and tender kisses. Now in an unreachable darkness, a blindness took hold. A blood lust that would drive him mad for five years hence.
Solange Nicole
#77. You must live in peace," he told us. "We are only in this world for a short period of vivid and wonderful waking in an eternity of dreamless dark.
David Almond
#78. Just tell yourself they're only stories.
Pamela K. Kinney (Spectre Nightmares and Visitations)
Pamela K. Kinney
#79. Maine out of season is unmistakably a great destination: hospitable, good-humored, plenty of elbow room, short days, dark nights of crackling ice crystals.
Paul Theroux
#80. Gavin turned to leave, and I was right behind him so I could close the door when he walked out, but he stopped short and turned back around. I bumped straight into him, our faces close, too close, at this point.
"I've missed you," Gavin whispered.
Brynn Myers
#81. I told you. I've been watching." She twirled, her arms outstretched. "Watching, watching, watching.
A.F. Stewart
#82. For one short second, his hand rested on my shoulder. I wanted to take it and hold on all night, but the dark kept me limp and motionless. Still, I knew Theo was there. I wasn't alone anymore. And that was enough. That was everything.
Emma Scott
#83. It is hard to describe to you but I swear it was a fearsome sight. There were not eyes to speak of, but chasms that saw into its dark depths. A shade of a mouth full with phantom teeth. There seemed to be a skull shifting in and out of form beneath the black. Bound together by an unspeakable evil.
Solange Nicole
#84. In short, he became so absorbed in his books that he spent his nights from sunset to sunrise, and his days from dawn to dark, poring over them; and what with little sleep and much reading his brains got so dry that he lost his wits.
Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra
#85. We are on the verge of losing our capacity as a society for deep, sustained focus. In short, we are slipping toward a new dark age.
A
Maggie Jackson
#86. Who will be there to mentor those who follow us if we crawl into a dark place and hide, denying who and what we are/ How short-sighted and exceedingly selfish!
Christina Engela
#87. This is a difficult country to look too different in - the United States of Advertising, as Paul Krassner puts it - and if you are too skinny or too tall or dark or weird or short or frizzy or homely or poor or nearsighted, you get crucified. I did. But
Anne Lamott
#88. All about us were people. Perhaps a hundred. Men. Experience had taught me that humans were cruelest when segregated by sex, and the cold feeling in the pit of my stomach became led. What had I let myself in for?
C.S. Friedman
#89. The unpadded shoulders, the three-buttoned long and boxy coat, the too-short, thin pants, and the thin ties with striped buttoned shirts in dark colors-well, I suppose this may go very well with some personalities but it's not for me. To me, all such look like TV producers. Maybe they want to.
Fred Astaire
#90. The dimple in his left cheek was ironic-it gave the impression that he was sweet as a cupcake. (Dark City Lights)
Elaine Kagan
#91. You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-"
"Yes?"
"Taller."
"I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me."
"And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.
Elizabeth Chandler
#92. To sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock
in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock
awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock
from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big, black block.
W.S. Gilbert
#93. That's Denver Beck, isn't it? Paul mentioned him. What's he like?" Ori asked.
"Oh, where do I start? Beck's mouthy and he lives to tell me what to do." In short, he's so not you. "Why do you want to know?"
A glimmer appeared in Ori's dark eyes.
"Just scoping out the competition.
Jana Oliver
#94. The wildest imaginings that dark rumour had ever suggested to the hobbits fell altogether short of the actual dread and wonder of Moria.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#95. In short: if one has nothing of value to say, only that which is impure defilement, avoid them. They are masters of the dark. Of no use.
Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo
#96. That was 1993 grunge in suburbia. This was 2003 hell in Harlem. (Dark City Lights)
Eve Kagan
#97. 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
#98. Ordinarily, anyone who made such a remark to my face would go to the top of my short list for strychnine.
Alan Bradley
#99. Hey, its not much of a closet is it?"
"No. Its not. I don't like closets. Life's to short to spend hiding in the dark.
Josh Lanyon
#100. I started with poetry because it was direct, immediate, and short. It was the ecstasy of striking matches in the dark.
Erica Jong
