I am a manifestation of misery and torment with veins pumping agony. I am the darkness that makes blossoms of hope wilt away.

My eyes will crack your bones. My words will shred your skin. My touch will lay waste to your soul.

Ponder what would be if there was nothing. Imagine an existence with no life, no light, no universe and no God. An endless array of darkness, of emptiness. A timeless existence where nothing exists.

It never took her long to darken any conversation, as from birth she was inclined to see misery in each and every story, and to fabricate some when there was none.

To tell of disappointment and misery, to thicken the darkness of futurity, and perplex the labyrinth of uncertainty, has been always a delicious employment of the poets

That same moment he ordered the hateful portrait taken out. But that did not calm his inner agitation: all his feelings and all his being were shaken to their depths, and he came to know that terrible torment which, by way of a striking exception, sometimes occurs in nature, when a weak talent strains to show itself on too grand a scale and fails; that torment which gives birth to great things in a youth, but, in passing beyond the border of dream, turns into a fruitless yearning; that dreadful torment which makes a man capable of terrible evildoing.