Jose Saramago Quotes

Veiling truth in mystery.

I want to keep people guessing.

I am best viewed from a distance... and at night.

I like to keep people guessing.

… where they will vanish in the night and fog.

The best things happen in the dark.

Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night.

that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets

The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.

They stared out their window at night enough to know where the darkest shadows lay, and it was to the darkest shadows they kept.

I want as much time in the darkness as I can possibly have. The darkness provides cover, the darkness provides places to hide and the darkness provides comfort. Darkness usually comes around dinner, but dinner would be too obvious.

There's something about black. You feel hidden away in it.

All secrets become deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets.

The real thing about evil," said the Witch at the doorway, "isn't any of what you said. You figure out one side of it - the human side, say - and the eternal side goes into shadow. Or vice versa. It's like the old saw: What does a dragon in its shell look like? Well no one can ever tell, for as soon as you break the shell to see, the dragon is no longer in its shell. The real disaster of this inquiry is that it is the nature of evil to be secret.

The secret, if one may paraphrase a savage vocabulary, lies in the egg of night.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

In rain during a dark night, enter that darkness.

Would not it be best to leave room to mystery?

There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into the mist as though it would prop up the melancholy sky and protect beneath itself the faint lonely flame on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which looked like the last grave of mankind in the midst of night and loneliness.

The less manifest the work, the stronger: as though a secret law demanded it always be hidden in what it shows, thus showing what must remain hidden, only showing it, in the end, by dissimulation.

I’ve always felt that night doesn’t fall. Night rises.

Obscurity often brings safety.

By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule -- From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME.

Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.