The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach.

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty.

But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.

Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.

...there is no better time to examine and understand one’s selfhood than when it is dissected and hurtling through darkness.

Spiritual warfare is perpetual. The devil start plotting when you became aligned to God's purpose. We know his fate though so..

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

My reality is it’s nighttime. The truth is I’m just blindfolded. How many people live like me, in self-deluded darkness?

...new life starts in the dark. Whether it is a seed in the ground, a baby in the womb, or Jesus in the tomb, it starts in the dark.

Your intelligence is a fire that can illuminate any darkness. Awaken and let your mind burn so brightly! You are alive for a reason!

We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst.

When you admire the light, remember to give the darkness its due as well, because without it, the beauty of the light will disappear!

Edgar Allan Poe’s writings showed me perfectly that there can be such fragile beauty and purity located in darkness and sorrow.

The eye which turns from a white object in the light of the sun and goes into a less fully lighted place will see everything as dark.