#darkness

I’m not afraid of the darkness outside. It’s the darkness inside houses I don’t like. ↗

— Shelagh Delaney

#inspirational #inspirational

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars. ↗

— Martin Luther King Jr.

#darkness #inspirational #stars #inspirational

There are only two types of darknesses. One that harvest the shadows..and one that leads the light ↗

— Warda Patel

#leadership #light #patel #warda #leadership

Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. ↗

— Clare McNally

#crying #darkness #fear #fleeing #helplessness

You still aren't screaming." "Is that the usual reaction you get when people realize you're, um..." "Different? Yes, generally." Marcus stepped up beside him. "We also get shrieks, curses, pant wetting, bowels releasing"--Sarah grimaced--"religious recitations..." Her eyebrows rose. "Religious recitations?" "You know--Get thee back, you, ah..." He nudged Roland. "What was it that priest called us?" Roland rolled his eyes. "Which one?" "The one in London." "What century?" "Eighteenth." Sarah's mouth fell open. "The one with hair like Albert Einstein?" "Yes." "Spawns of Satan." "Right." Adopting a raspy elderly man's voice, Marcus shook his fist at Sarah and intoned dramatically, "Get thee back, ye spawns of Satan. Return thee to the bowels of hell where ye belong!" Lowering his fist, he proceeded in a normal voice."Then he hurled numerous biblical versus at our heads as we walked away...But screaming is by far the most common reaction, from both men and women. ↗

— Dianne Duvall

#dianne-duvall #immortal-guardians #men

Plants turn their face to the Sun; Animals, to the ground; and Men, to the darkness! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#men

Such is the influence which the condition of our own thoughts, exercises, even over the appearance of external objects. Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are in the right; but the sombre colours are reflections from their own jaundiced eyes and hearts. The real hues are delicate, and need a clearer vision. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#darkness #human-nature #optimism #perception #perspective

You can't study the darkness by flooding it with light. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#flooding #light #study #you

Ash held one finger up. "OK. Now listen-" Mary-Lynnette kicked him in the shins. She knew it was inapporopriate, she knew it was uncalled-for, but she couldn't stop herself. She just had to. "Oh, for God's sake," Ash said, hopping backward. "Are you crazy? ↗

— L.J. Smith

#daughters-of-darkness #mary-lynnette #soulmates #soulmates

In the heartfelt mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will visit us, to shine on those sitting in darkness, in the shadow of death, to guide our feet to the way of peace. ↗

— Anonymous

#darkness #god #light #mercy #peace