I was the owner of my own darkness.
If we could look through the skull into the brain of a consciously thinking person, and if the place of optimal excitability were luminous, then we should see playing over the cerebral surface, a bright spot with fantastic, waving borders constantly fluctuating in size and form, surrounded by a darkness more or less deep, covering the rest of the hemisphere.
December finds himself again a child Even as he undergoes his age. Cold and early darkness now descends, Embracing sanctuaries of delight. More and more he stares into the night, Becoming less and less concerned with ends, Emblem of the innocent as sage Restored to wonder by what he must yield.
Our senses are woefully limited. Our brains are but tiny candles flickering in an infinity of darkness. Our only wisdom is to admit that we cannot understand, and since we cannot understand we must do the best we can with faith. which is our only talent. The greatest act of faith we are capable of is that of loving another more than we love ourselves, and occasionally we can be quite good at it.
. . . it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.
Sometimes to find the light, you have to go through the deepest darkness.
You're the light I can never have and I'm the darkness you'll never succumb to.
Affliction comes to us all, not to make us sad, but sober; not to make us sorry, but to make us wise; not to make us despondent, but by its darkness to refresh us as the night refreshes the day; not to impoverish, but to enrich us
There are all kinds of darkness, and all kinds of things can be found in them, imprisoned, banished, lost or hidden. Sometimes they escape. Sometimes they simply fall out. Sometimes they just can't take it any more.
The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light , never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
. . . light overcomes darkenss. A tiny match can illuminate the darkest room. As long as there is some light somewhere in the universe, [darkness] can be defeated.
I wonder about silence. Also about darkness. I love the idea that city lights are a "conspiracy" against higher thoughts.
Sometimes you have to poke holes in the darkness until it bleeds light.
Be still my tongue, for i know not what to say; My life is lived in darkness and here i will remain.
I love seeing people come out of darkness.
The only way to meet the modern demon-stration of the powers of darkness is by a demonstration of the power of God.
The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag.
To me, desert has the quality of darkness; none of the shapes you see in it are real or permanent. Like night, the desert is boundless, comfortless, and infinite. Like night, it intrigues the mind and leads it to futility. When you have flown halfway across a desert, you experience the desperation of a sleepless man waiting for dawn which only comes when the importance of its coming is lost.
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
Light up the darkness