We did not ask for this room or this music. We were invited in. Therefore, because the dark surrounds us, let us turn our faces to the light. Let us endure hardship to be grateful for plenty. We have been given pain to be astounded by joy. We have been given life to deny death. We did not ask for this room or this music. But because we are here, let us dance.
Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.
The darker the darkness, the brighter the light.
I promise you, however dark and scary the world might be right now, there will be light. There will be light, Bruce.
Every force has its equal. Fear, peace, dark, light… one can’t exist without the other.
We are all two things in a way, are we not? Deep in the marrow. Angel and Devil. Light and dark. The pull between the two is the active verb which energizes our lives.
After all this time, surrounded by darkness, there are still flashes of light, tiny beacons that shine out, calling to us. It’s not enough to light the way ahead, but it’s enough to keep going. Keep trying. Keep fighting. Keep dreaming.
Strange new light can be just as frightening as the dark.
It is only in the blackest of nights that we can truly see the light and know for sure we are not alone. We are never, ever alone.
Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all. Even in me. Then I got lost. Kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away.
When the lights are on… you really can see things for what they are.
Sometimes you have to let the cracks happen to let the light in.
