Markus Zusak Quotes

Leave me in the night but please don't leave me in the dark

I don't like the dark. I really am afraid of the dark.

Tomorrow comes after the dark

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

Night will always be a time of fear and insecurity, and the heart will sink with the sun.

Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming upon me.

I really love the dark of the night. It helps me to concentrate.

I think nighttime is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction.

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happened. Birds, at least must know It is the change to darkness in the sky. Murmuring something quiet in her breast, One bird begins to close a faded eye; Or overtaken too far from his nest, Hurrying low above the grove, some waif Swoops just in time to his remembered tree. At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe! Now let the night be dark for all of me. Let the night be too dark for me to see Into the future. Let what will be, be.

is it like this every night, while we're asleep?

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!

More than fear of loving bears or birds bigger than cows, I fear pathless nights. How, I wonder, can I find you in the dark?

You can't start a fire Worrying 'bout your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark

It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands . . . They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

In rain during a dark night, enter that darkness.

The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.

But sometimes, maybe most times, it isn't that clear. It is dark and you are near the edge of a cliff, but you're moving slowly, not sure which direction you're heading in. Your steps are tentative but they are still blind in the night. You don't realize how close you are to the edge, how the soft earth could give away, how you could just slip a bit and suddenly plunge into the dark.

When I felt like I was looking down the barrel of nothing on the horizon it was hard for me.

It was a dark and stormy night. - Snoopy

Darkness invades the dreams of the glassblower. Of all the unpleasantries his dreams grab in out of the night air, an extinguished light is the worst. Light in his dreams, was always hope: the basic, moral hope. As the contacts break helically away, hope turns to darkness, and the glassblower wakes sharply tonight crying, "Who? Who?"

That was the thing: Once, the difference between light and dark had been basic. One was good, one bad. Suddenly, though, things weren’t so clear. The dark was still a mystery, something hidden, something to be scared of, but I’d come to fear the light, too. It was where everything was revealed, or seemed to be. Eyes closed, I saw only the blackness, reminding me of this one thing, the most deep of my secrets; eyes open, there was only the world that didn’t know it, bright, inescapable, and somehow, still there.