I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
— Stephen King
Heartwarming Dark Tower quotations
To trust God in the light is nothing, but to trust him in the dark, that is faith.
I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!
When it rains, look for rainbows. When it's dark, look for stars.
The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear? Yes.
My Imagination. I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself." Then you have a small imagination.
There will be water if God wills it.
A person’s never too old for stories.
Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them. - Roland Deschain
When you can't look on the bright side I will sit with you in the dark.
See you later, alligator. After a while, crocodile.
What if I fall?', Tim cried. Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do.
As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?
I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for it shows me the stars.
We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.
and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate.
For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.
Oh, sweet thy current by town and by tower, The green sunny vale and the dark linden bower; Thy waves as they dimple smile back on the plain, And Rhine, ancient river, thou'rt German again!
The people that are there for you on your darkest nights are the ones worth spending your brightest days with.
The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window.
Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.
And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.
It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.
When you can't look on the bright side i will sit with you in the dark.
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale.
the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.
Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality;
new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.
No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.
[I am more than happy to invite my five favorite fictional characters.
]Roland Deschain from Stephen King's Dark Tower series. There's a whole world about Roland left to know. I've got questions. He'd have answers. So pour him a glass of wine.
When it rains look for rainbows, when it's dark look for stars.
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life's a fiction and the world's a lie, so put on some Creedence and let's get high.
They were close to the end of the beginning . . .
The tiny seed knew that in order to grow it needed to be dropped in dirt, covered in darkness, and struggle to reach the light.
Control the things you can control .
When love leaves the world, all hearts are still.
Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.
The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which they never show to anybody.
The universe (he said) offers a paradox too great for the finite mind to grasp.
As the living brain cannot conceive of a nonliving brain — although it may think it can — the finite mind cannot grasp the infinite.
Long days and pleasant nights
There are some things that it is better to begin than to refuse, even though the end may be dark.
Our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood;
Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.
It's the world's smallest violin, playing 'My Heart Pumps Purple Piss for You.'
I have no opinion. No, none at all. Opinion is politics, and politics is an evil which has caused many a fellow to be hung while he's still young and pretty.
Let evil wait for the day on which it must fall.
This is going to sound strange, but I really feel I know Roland very well.
In Wizard and Glass, I got to know the young Roland, and then as I traveled with him from Eluria (found in the story "The Little Sisters of Eluria") through Tull and the Mohaine Desert (The Gunslinger), and then all the way to the Dark Tower.
