Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole.
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.
Do not let your difficulties fill you with anxiety, after all it is only in the darkest nights that stars shine more brightly.
I wonder if that's how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out. I don't want it to win.
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.
BLACK AND WHITE I was born into A religion of Light, But with so many other Religions and Philosophies, How do I know which ONE Is right? Is it not My birthright To seek out the light? To find Truth After surveying all the proof, Am I supposed To love Or fight? And why do all those who Try to guide me, Always start by dividing And multiplying me – From what they consider Wrong or right? I thought, There were no walls For whoever beams truth and light. And how can one speak on Light's behalf, lf all they do Is act black, But talk WHITE?
It’s ever been the way of the man of science or philosophy. Most folks stay in the dark and then complain they can’t see nothing.” – Snipes (185)