From Below Quotes

“The human mind couldn't cope with looking at nothing for very long and, in sufficient darkness, quickly began to create its own images of what it thought belonged there.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“how much attention did you pay to your sunrise this morning? Did you make the most of it, as though it could be your last?”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“Beneath that was another darker fear. That maybe she didn’t want to see clearly. That maybe there was something about the hallway that was hiding just outside of their lights, and she was better off not knowing it was there.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“Are individuals entitled to the truth as a basic human right? Or is it acceptable to disguise facts if they ultimately do more harm than good? In the modern day, where we’re exposed to government cover-ups and ingenuous PR campaigns from mega corporations, most people believe the truth to be an ultimate good. How can a lie be wholesome? How can deceit be kind? But I would posit this is one of the few instances where deception would have no victims. Perhaps you would not be in the wrong to protect others from this.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“Struggling to breathe was frightening enough on land. Submerged, it was like a living nightmare.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“Regeneration followed after death. Growth required change. Life was a constant battle of give-and-take, a bittersweet tango that demanded full participation.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“It’s 56.43 N, 2.87 W, I think,” the awful voice continued. “Osman is dead, and Baines and Boswell and Rudd are dead, and I think Wilton may be gone as well. There are just too many—” Phillip had written down all coordinates but underlined the last set. He hated the voice’s gasping quality. The way every breath seemed to pain it. The phlegmy gurgle at the back of its throat. “What’s your situation? What happened?” “They’re in the walls.” The voice gasped, a choked laugh that curdled and quickly died. It seemed to say something else, but a hissing burst of static cut through the channel. Phillip frowned, straining to hear. “Repeat, please.” “In the walls…” The voice from the radio groaned, and the sound seemed to travel not only through Phillip’s headset but into his bones as well, causing them to ache. “The walls.” “Please repeat—” The bridge’s lights shimmered, flickering. Phillip pressed himself back against the desk as he stared up at the bulbs that sparked and threatened to blow. Then the voice rose, flooding his ears, filling his head, raw and battered with terror: “There are bodies in the walls.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“I would lie down with you, put my arms around you, feel how cold you are as you roll, rigid with death, on the ocean floor.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“Humans were never intended to reach the depths they were seeking. The only way they had was through a century of trial and error, of pushing the limits, of countless deaths in search of a way down. Cove had always found it fascinating that humans could have so much good, healthy land to live upon, but they still persisted in suffocating in search of a new summit or freezing as they struck out to find a pole or drowning as they sought the depths of the ocean. Now, the idea made her want to break out into frantic laughter.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“Then the voice rose, flooding his ears, filling his head, raw and battered with terror: “There are bodies in the walls.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“This is my, my one chance to do something big, and—” “Hey.” Cove’s voice took on a soft note. “Don’t believe that. Life is full of opportunities. Sometimes you need to go out looking for them, but if you want them, you’ll find them.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below

“The one place she never wanted to enter again. The one place that held someone she couldn’t bring herself to give up on.”
― Darcy Coates, From Below