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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.

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.

For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights.

True celebration should come from your life, in your life. And true celebration cannot be according to the calendar, that on the first of November you will celebrate. Strange, the whole year you are miserable and on the first of November suddenly you come out of misery, dancing. Either, the misery is false, or the first of November is false; both cannot be true. And once the first of November has gone, you are back in your dark hole, everybody in his misery, everybody in his anxiety.

Some pieces in the King's Indian appear on a 'special price' list: the dark square bishops are at the top of that list.

We've always lived in dark times. There has always been a range of human experience from the sublime to the brutal, and stories reflect it. It's no less brutal now; each age has its horrors.

So is the savage buffalo, especially delighting in dark places, where he can wallow in the mud and slake his thirst without much trouble; and here also we find the wild pig.

"Lawyers Are": By law's dark by-ways he has stored his mind with wicked knowledge on how to cheat mankind.

"We will make such a chase as shall be accounted a marvel among the Three Kindreds: Elves, Dwarves and Men. Forth the Three Hunters!" Like a deer he sprang away. Through the trees he sped. On and on he led them, tireless and swift, now that his mind was at last made up. The woods about the lake they left behind. Long slopes they climbed, dark, hard-edged against the sky already red with sunset. They passed away, grey shadows in a stony land.

When it is dark enough, men see the stars.

And it is not always good to be healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark hour I would choose the latter.

I just want to be clear, I am a very dark and bitter person, but I think on some level, everything really does come when it's meant to come.