Darknes Quotes & Sayings

Neither Rainer Werner, nor any of us could have succeeded, or produced the number of films that we did, just on our own. We showed our films to each other, discussed them vigorously and rarely agreed. — Wim Wenders

I don't know what motivated the artist, which means that the paintings have an intrinsic quality. I think Goethe called it the 'essential dimension,' the thing that makes great works of art great. — Gerhard Richter

I never needed Panavision and stereophonic sound to woo the world. I did it in black and white on a screen the size of a postage stamp. Honey, that's talent. — Mae West

sensational adventure of Mr Malcolm Guthrie of Braemore took the pages of many newspapers by storm. Even The Daily Mail of London devoted several lines to it in its column 'Bizarre'. However, because very few of our readers read the press south of the Tweed, and if they do, then only newspapers more serious than The Daily Mail, let us remind you what happened. On the day of the 10th March last year Mr Malcolm Guthrie went fishing to Loch Glascarnoch. While there Mr Guthrie happened upon a young woman with an ugly scar on her face (sic!), riding a black mare (sic) in the company of a white unicorn (sic), who were emerging from the fog and darknes (sic). — Andrzej Sapkowski

A bird is an instrument working according to mathematical law, which instrument it is within the capacity of man to reproduce with all its movements. — Leonardo Da Vinci

The first twelve years are the hardest. — Franklin D. Roosevelt

How often we sit weeping - you
and I - over the life we lead!
My friends, if you only knew
the darknes of the days ahead! — Alexander Blok

The nation is only as strong as the collective strength of its individuals. — Jeremiah Denton

Ideas never lack for words. It is words that lack ideas. — Joseph Joubert

Paris had its sweetest smell, the smell of chestnut trees in bloom and of petrol with a few grains of dust that crack under your teeth like pepper. In the darknes the danger seemed to grow. You could smell the suffering in the air, in the silence. Everyone looked at their house and thought, Tomorrow it will be in ruins, tomorrow I'l have nothing left. — Irene Nemirovsky

Dark vaild Cotytto, t' whom the secret flame
Of mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame
That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom
Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom,
And makes one blot of all the ayr — John Milton