...goodness is not the absence of evil - it's the light that pushes back the darkness...

Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.

But you still need the two: the dark and the light. You can't see one without the other.

Empires die, like all of us dancers in the strobe-lit dark. See how the light needs shadows.

Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places, if you look at it right.

I used to be afraid of the dark until I learned that I am light and the dark is afraid of me.

People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.

When you're a light instead of a dim switch, your brightness radiates in every direction.

sick of it whatever it's called sick of the namesI dedicate every pore to what's here

Even the rain in its night singing, / the night rain in its forgetting, / is a kind of light.

Your eyes stole at dawn its light. (Tes yeux ont volé - A l'aube sa clarté)

When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.

I pressed my dark issues to the back of my mind and smiled a slight untruthful happiness . . .

The searing light of morningAsks unwelcome questions,Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

I am the brightest light beaming from the darkest depths. A dichotomy, i am . . . illumination.