When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to triumph.
All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.
I can look beyond the clouds to feel your love the sun will rise again to end the darkness
You’re like a candle in a dark room, throwing light backwards and forwards.
The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.
The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.
We are like puzzle pieces who are perfectly suited to make a giant picture together, but we are assembling ourselves in the dark.
They don't know those places in me. Only he does. Only he has seen the darkness inside of me and turns into love and light.
The longer we spent together, the more she discovered about me. The things I didn't want her to know. The darkness and the anger and the pain.
Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.
You can either choose to walk in light and love, or run in fear and darkness. But with the latter, you're more likely to fall.
Then Percy let go of his tiny ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.
But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.
Come in, Martise." Silhara's voice was almost sibilant in the darkness as he tagged on her hand. "There are no soul eaters here." No, she thought. Only heart thieves.
My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.
I had never seen eyes like his. Dark green. Smoldering. Ready to undress a woman with a single glance.
I don't mind the dark, and because it's Christmas, we've been busy putting lights up everywhere. High, so everyone knows we're okay.
Being inside this cottage, with dark wooden walls and hand-carved furniture like my own home, cast a darkened stain onto my heart.
Life is spectacular. Forget the dark things. Take a drink and let time wash them away to where ever time washes away to.
Life is spectacular. Forget the dark things. Take a drink and let time wash them away to wherever time washes things away to.
Inside us lies every possibility that is available to a sentient being. Every darkness, every light. It is the choices we make that decide who or what we will be.
