Every moment you are present, there is a little less darkness in our world.
If you surround me with darkness, suddenly, I am "somewhat fun."
He whom Love touches not walks in darkness.
He whom loves touches not walks in darkness.
The power to learn is present in everyone's soul, and the instrument with which each learns is like an eye that cannot be turned around from darkness to light without turning the whole body.
He who love touches walks not in darkness.
I'm not going to be able to wave a magic wand and change everybody's thoughts. That's something that can only happen by people working on themselves and being held to account by the rest of us, but what Donald Trump's done really unleashed a lot of darkness and divisiveness.
My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour.
Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost, forever, and that it wasn't coming back?
It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.
And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.
To drive out the darkness, bring in the light.
If life was an arc of light that began in darkness, ended in darkness, the first part of his life had happened in ordinary glare. Here it was as though he had found a polarized lens that deepened and intensified all seen through it.
Sinclair B. Ferguson
The problem is not in the clarity of the revelation. The problem is in the darkness of the human mind.
When common objects in this way be come charged with the suggestion of horror, they stimulate the imagination far more than things of unusual appearance; and these bushes, crowding huddled about us, assumed for me in the darkness a bizarre grotesquerie of appearance that lent to them somehow the aspect of purposeful and living creatures. Their very ordinariness, I felt, masked what was malignant and hostile to us.
To the Sabbath! To the Sabbath!' they cried. 'On to the Witches' Sabbath!" Up and down that narrow hall they danced, the women on each side of him, to the wildest measure he had ever imagined, yet which he dimly, dreadfully remembered, till the lamp on the wall flickered and went out, and they were left in total darkness. And the devil woke in his heart with a thousand vile suggestions and made him afraid.