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No matter how dark and hopeless a situation might seem, never stop praying.

Weave your creative threads in the dark and then when the sun hits them, they will glisten with intricate beauty.

It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free.

Embracing our dark side gives us a new found freedom to be with the darkness in others. For when I can love all of me, I will love all of you.

When the road gets dark - And you can no longer see - Just let my love throw a spark - And have a little faith in me.

Live in constant gratitude. No matter what the condition today, no matter how dark, how dreary, how painful and difficult....to day is merely the passing outcome of yesterday's nonsense. How you feel today, and what you give your attention to, builds tomorrow.

I'm intrigued by the dark. Out of darkness comes creation.

Even places that have been shrouded in darkness for billions of years can be illuminated. Even a stone from the bottom of a river can be used to produce fire. Our present sufferings, no matter how dark, have certainly not continued for billions of years--nor will they linger forever. The sun will definitely rise. In fact, its ascent has already begun.

We need the dark to appreciate the light. And the light always returns.

She wishes her grandmother had not been so protective, and that she understood better what passes between a man and woman. As it is, she simply enjoys the feelings and wonders if they are what lightning is made of, for everything comes back to the weather. Tears like rain. Smiles like the sun. Hair as dry as sand and fear like the dark ocean.

Intimacy is not trapped within words. It passes through words. It passes. The truth is that intimates leave the room. Doors close. Faces move away from the window. Time passes. Voices recede into the dark. Death finally quiets the voice. And there is no way to deny it. No way to stand in the crowd, uttering one's family language.

When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.

Straight up from this road_x000D__x000D_Away from the fitted particles of frost_x000D__x000D_Coating the hull of each chick pea,_x000D__x000D_And the stiff archer bug making its way_x000D__x000D_In the morning dark, toe hair by toe hair,_x000D__x000D_Up the stem of the trillim,_x000D__x000D_Straight up through the sky above this road right now,_x000D__x000D_The galaxies of the Cygnus A cluster_x000D__x000D_Are colliding with each other in a massive swarm_x000D__x000D_Of interpenetrating and exploding catastrophes._x000D__x000D_I try to remember that.

To look at any thing,_x000D__x000D_If you would know that thing,_x000D__x000D_You must look at it long:_x000D__x000D_To look at this green and say,_x000D__x000D_"I have seen spring in these_x000D__x000D_Woods," will not do - you must_x000D__x000D_Be the thing you see:_x000D__x000D_You must be the dark snakes of_x000D__x000D_Stems and ferny plumes of leaves,_x000D__x000D_You must enter in_x000D__x000D_To the small silences between_x000D__x000D_The leaves,_x000D__x000D_You must take your time_x000D__x000D_And touch the very peace_x000D__x000D_They issue from.

We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.

Green pastures are before me, which yet I have not seen;_x000D_ Bright skies will soon be o'er me, where the dark clouds have been._x000D_ My hope I cannot measure, my path to life is free,_x000D_ My Savior has my treasure, and He will walk with me.

In the dark, my master let down his guard and he was Caleb again. He didn't correct me. He didn't punish me. He didn't push me away emotionally. Caleb was there to hold me until the nightmares passed. He was there to tell me I was beautiful. He was there to tell me I was going to be okay. In the dark, he seduced me. I didn't want the seduction to end.

He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life._x000D__x000D_Being near Tom and Doug at night kept me from having to say to myself I am not afraid whenever I heard a branch snap in the dark or the wind shook so fiercely it seemed something bad was about to happen. But I wasn't out here to keep myself from having to say I am not afraid. I'd come, I'd realized, to stare that fear down, to stare everything down, really - all that I'd done to myself and all that had been done to me. I couldn't do that while tagging along with someone else.

From the baking aisle to the post office line to the wrapping paper bin in the attic, women populate every dark corner of Christmas. Who got up at 4 a.m. to put the ham in the oven? A woman. . . . Who sent the Christmas card describing her eighteen-year-old son's incarceration as 'a short break before college?' A woman. Who remembered to include batteries at the bottom of each stocking? A woman. And who gets credit for pulling it all off? Santa.That's right. A man.

Well, all I can say is, it's a day-by-day program, and so I'm very worried about relapsing, but I don't know. I don't want to use. I don't want to go back to that place because nothing good came of it. It was super dark; it's not nice.

As long as you don't practice it, this dying and becoming, You are only a dreary guest on this dark earth.