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The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men's eyes.

Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said: You do not have to choose.

Every life has dark tracts and long stretches of somber tint, and no representation is true to fact which dips its pencil only in light, and flings no shadows on the canvas.

Fear is like fire. You can make it work for you: it can warm you in the winter, cook your food when you're hungry, give you light when you are in the dark, and produce energy. Let it go out of control and it can hurt you, even kill you... Fear is a friend of exceptional people... You must understand fear so you can manipulate it.

All cats are grey in the dark.

How beautiful the yesterday that stood_x000D__x000D_Over me like a rainbow! I am alone,_x000D__x000D_The past is past. I see the future stretch_x000D__x000D_All dark and barren as a rainy sea.

This dark brightness that falls from the stars.

On Hanukkah, the first dark night,_x000D__x000D_Light yourself a candle bright._x000D__x000D_I'll you, if you will me invite_x000D__x000D_To dance within that gentle light.

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light._x000D_ To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,_x000D_ and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,_x000D_ and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

I began to know my story then. Like everybody's, it was going to be the story of living in the absence of the dead. What is the thread that holds it all together? Grief, I thought for a while. And grief is there sure enough, just about all the way through. From the time I was a girl I have never been far from it. But grief is not a force and has no power to hold. You only bear it. Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

Vampires Are Us: Understanding Our Love Affair with the Immortal Dark Side,” is now out! Quote: “Vampires let us play with death and the issue of mortality. They let us ponder what it would mean to be truly long lived. Would the long view allow us to see the world differently, imagine social structures differently? Would it increase or decrease our reverence for the planet? Vampires allow us to ask questions we usually bury.

Worry in the dark can make it even darker.

I love nothing more than a good, rich, dark chocolate. It exhilarates. It satisfies.

Carve a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of disappointment.

It's so ironic. When you finally achieve recognition, you hide behind dark glasses.

As humans we like to laugh at our fears, we like to whistle in the dark.

I'm like the opposite of one of those comedians who's funny on stage and depressed behind closed doors . On record, I can get pretty dark, but in real life I'm very carefree. But when I'm happy, I ain't writing songs, I'm out having a laugh, being in love. I wouldn't have the time. If I ever get married, it'll be 'Darling, I need a divorce, it's been three years, I've got a record to write!'

You know... the wonderful thing about Dark Shadows, the thing about going and looking back at it. It was so sucsessful at creating its own world.

Just when you thought the mafia novel was dead, Tod Goldberg breathes new life into it. Gangsterland, the best mafia novel in years, is a dark, funny, and smart page-turning crime story. It's also a moving, thoughtful meditation on ethics, religion, family, and a culture that eats itself. I loved this book.

Once there was a man who was afraid of his shadow. _x000D_ Then he met it._x000D_ Now he glows in the dark.

During the winter, you head out into the darkness for a run. When spring comes, and the first crocus pokes up its head...you know it was worthwhile.