#ark

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people. ↗

— Carl Jung

#darkness #dealing #knowing #method #other

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. ↗

— Carl Jung

#being #darkness #discern #existence #far

Understanding does not cure evil, but it is a definite help, inasmuch as one can cope with a comprehensible darkness. ↗

— Carl Jung

#cope #cure #darkness #definite #does

I think a major cause of present Asian economic difficulties that mainly come from, you know, lack of market economy. ↗

— Kim Dae Jung

#cause #come #difficulties #economic #economy

The London games mark the 24th anniversary of my winning two golds and setting the world record in the heptathlon. Someone is going to want it; records are made to be broken - it's only a matter of time. I hope mine will outlive me. ↗

— Jackie Joyner-Kersee

#broken #games #going #hope #i

As the days went on, I didn't mind the games. In fact, I looked forward to them. That was the easiest part of all. I couldn't wait to get to the ballpark I'd be the first one there and I was willing to do anything. I think that's why the veterans liked me. ↗

— Al Kaline

#ballpark #be the first #days #easiest #fact

I'll never forget that first night with the team. Going to the ballpark on the bus was the hardest 30 minutes of my life. I had to walk down that aisle between all the players. I really didn't know too much about the Detroit Tigers at that time. ↗

— Al Kaline

#about #aisle #ballpark #between #bus

I don't know anyone who actually likes the dark or night-time. I don't care how much they say it doesn't bother them. That's why we used to huddle in caves and light fires when the sun went down. ↗

— Paul Kane

#anyone #bother #care #caves #dark

Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck. ↗

— Immanuel Kant

#lighthouse #many #metaphysics #ocean #philosophic

Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it’s the Beach Boys’ California Dreamin’. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they’ve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. ‘Hear you’re a surfer boy!’ she says and she mimics riding a wave. ↗

— Amaya Ellman

#dark #dysfunctional-family #fear-and-suspense #fiction #psychological