darkedinburgh
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Photographs of the dark side of Edinburgh. Usually one a day.
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"There was nothing around him but an obscurity in which his gaze was lost, and a silence which engulfed his voice."
- Les Misérables, Victor Hugo
- Les Misérables, Victor Hugo
November 20, 2025 at 7:04 PM
"There was nothing around him but an obscurity in which his gaze was lost, and a silence which engulfed his voice."
- Les Misérables, Victor Hugo
- Les Misérables, Victor Hugo
"You go under dark arches, and down dark stairs and alleys. The way is so narrow that you can lay a hand on either wall; so steep that, in greasy winter weather, the pavement is almost as treacherous as ice."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
November 18, 2025 at 7:04 PM
"You go under dark arches, and down dark stairs and alleys. The way is so narrow that you can lay a hand on either wall; so steep that, in greasy winter weather, the pavement is almost as treacherous as ice."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
“Those who do not weep, do not see.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
November 17, 2025 at 7:05 PM
“Those who do not weep, do not see.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
“But Sauron was not of mortal flesh, and though he was robbed now of that shape in which had wrought so great an evil, so that he could never again appear fair to the eyes of Men”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion
November 16, 2025 at 7:08 PM
“But Sauron was not of mortal flesh, and though he was robbed now of that shape in which had wrought so great an evil, so that he could never again appear fair to the eyes of Men”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion
"...or easterly mists, coming up with the blue evening, fuse all these incongruous features into one, and the lamps begin to glitter along the street, and faint lights to burn in the high windows across the valley."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
November 14, 2025 at 7:05 PM
"...or easterly mists, coming up with the blue evening, fuse all these incongruous features into one, and the lamps begin to glitter along the street, and faint lights to burn in the high windows across the valley."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
"But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing."
- Albert Camus, The Fall
- Albert Camus, The Fall
November 13, 2025 at 7:05 PM
"But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing."
- Albert Camus, The Fall
- Albert Camus, The Fall
"Continuing thus, I came at length opposite to the inn at which the various diligences and carriages usually stopped."
- Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
- Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
November 12, 2025 at 7:02 PM
"Continuing thus, I came at length opposite to the inn at which the various diligences and carriages usually stopped."
- Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
- Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
"We have so much to say, and we shall never say it."
- Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
- Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
November 11, 2025 at 7:03 PM
"We have so much to say, and we shall never say it."
- Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
- Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
"The human heart is my school."
- Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand
- Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand
November 10, 2025 at 7:04 PM
"The human heart is my school."
- Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand
- Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand
"One longed for movement in spite of everything, and I plunged all at once into dark, underground, loathsome vice of the pettiest kind."
- Notes from the Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky
- Notes from the Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky
November 9, 2025 at 7:49 PM
"One longed for movement in spite of everything, and I plunged all at once into dark, underground, loathsome vice of the pettiest kind."
- Notes from the Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky
- Notes from the Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky
"There is some sort of festivity being prepared at that."
- Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
- Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
November 8, 2025 at 7:10 PM
"There is some sort of festivity being prepared at that."
- Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
- Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
“I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.”
― Albert Camus, L'Étranger
― Albert Camus, L'Étranger
November 7, 2025 at 7:23 PM
“I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.”
― Albert Camus, L'Étranger
― Albert Camus, L'Étranger
"All his life, it seemed to him, he had been waiting for this to happen."
- Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
- Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
November 6, 2025 at 8:26 PM
"All his life, it seemed to him, he had been waiting for this to happen."
- Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
- Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
"I have also a paper afloat, with an electromagnetic theory of light, which, till I am convinced to the contrary, I hold to be great guns."
- James Clerk Maxwell
- James Clerk Maxwell
November 5, 2025 at 7:02 PM
"I have also a paper afloat, with an electromagnetic theory of light, which, till I am convinced to the contrary, I hold to be great guns."
- James Clerk Maxwell
- James Clerk Maxwell
"At the pawnbroker's shop, too, I began to be very well known."
- David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
- David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
November 4, 2025 at 7:06 PM
"At the pawnbroker's shop, too, I began to be very well known."
- David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
- David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
"Each moment I expected to see the glare of lamps through the blackness; but all was dark."
- Dracula, Bram Stoker
- Dracula, Bram Stoker
November 3, 2025 at 7:12 PM
"Each moment I expected to see the glare of lamps through the blackness; but all was dark."
- Dracula, Bram Stoker
- Dracula, Bram Stoker
"It seemed quiet and simple. If I could write my Fiction again now it would simply read 'Quiet and simple'. That would be a good life. This one was just too confusing."
- from Science Fiction, by me.
- from Science Fiction, by me.
November 2, 2025 at 7:04 PM
"It seemed quiet and simple. If I could write my Fiction again now it would simply read 'Quiet and simple'. That would be a good life. This one was just too confusing."
- from Science Fiction, by me.
- from Science Fiction, by me.
“The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End
― E.M. Forster, Howards End
November 1, 2025 at 7:08 PM
“The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End
― E.M. Forster, Howards End
“Come then, pure hands, and bear the head
That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep,
And come, whatever loves to weep,
And hear the ritual of the dead.”
― Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep,
And come, whatever loves to weep,
And hear the ritual of the dead.”
― Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
October 31, 2025 at 7:03 PM
“Come then, pure hands, and bear the head
That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep,
And come, whatever loves to weep,
And hear the ritual of the dead.”
― Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep,
And come, whatever loves to weep,
And hear the ritual of the dead.”
― Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
"The fog still slept on the wing above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these fallen clouds, the procession of the town's life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty wind."
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
October 30, 2025 at 7:05 PM
"The fog still slept on the wing above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these fallen clouds, the procession of the town's life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty wind."
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
"In her nightmare, there had never been any lights, only gray fog."
- Gone With The Wind, Margaret Mitchell
- Gone With The Wind, Margaret Mitchell
October 29, 2025 at 7:07 PM
"In her nightmare, there had never been any lights, only gray fog."
- Gone With The Wind, Margaret Mitchell
- Gone With The Wind, Margaret Mitchell
“And too soon Marred are those so early Made.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
October 28, 2025 at 8:36 PM
“And too soon Marred are those so early Made.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
"They seemed to swarm over the place all at once, till the lamplight, shining on their moving dark bodies and glittering, baleful eyes, made the place look like a bank of earth set with fireflies."
- Dracula, Bram Stoker
- Dracula, Bram Stoker
October 27, 2025 at 7:21 PM
"They seemed to swarm over the place all at once, till the lamplight, shining on their moving dark bodies and glittering, baleful eyes, made the place look like a bank of earth set with fireflies."
- Dracula, Bram Stoker
- Dracula, Bram Stoker
"Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world."
- Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
- Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
October 26, 2025 at 7:03 PM
"Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world."
- Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
- Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
"A thick fog rolled down between the lines of dun-coloured houses, and the opposing windows loomed like dark, shapeless blurs through the heavy yellow wreaths.'
- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle
- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle
October 25, 2025 at 6:03 PM
"A thick fog rolled down between the lines of dun-coloured houses, and the opposing windows loomed like dark, shapeless blurs through the heavy yellow wreaths.'
- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle
- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle