Tennessee Williams Quotes

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

Genius is not so much a light as it is a constant awareness of the surrounding gloom.

There is no greater mystery to me than that of light traveling through darkness.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.

The lamp sizzled as it burned. It made everything seem close and safe, a little family circle they all knew and trusted. Outside this circle lay everything that was strange and frightening, and the darkness seemed to reach higher and higher and further and further away, right to the end of the world.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

She looked at patches of blackness. Black is a blind remembering, she thought.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

The air itself was ebony, like the denial, the refutation, of the idea of light.

What makes a hero? Courage, strength, morality, withstanding adversity? Are these the traits that truly show and create a hero? Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice versa? Is the soul a source of hope or despair? Who are these so called heroes and where do they come from? Are their origins in obscurity or in plain sight?

We dreamt of light, but hoped for darkness.

All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel - or if there was, it was an oncoming train.

Give me a lamp so I can find the day.

You can make it dark, but I can't make it light.

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.

The other day when I was walking through the woods, I saw a rabbit standing in front of a candle making shadows of people on a tree.

When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.

The first light had cast the first shadow.

It is one thing to be blind, and another to be in darkness.

Falsehood, like the dry-rot, flourishes the more in proportion as air and light are excluded.

And hold up to the sun my little taper.

The star shines for everyone in the world, but in reality, it itself is surrounded in darkness.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.