There is no darkness, but ignorance.
Now it is the time of night that the graves, all gaping wide, every one lets forth his sprite, in the church-way paths to glide.
It seems to leave the darkness rather blacker than before.
There are darknesses in life, and there are lights; you are one of the lights.
There are all kinds of darkness, and all kinds of things can be found in them, imprisoned, banished, lost or hidden. Sometimes they escape. Sometimes they simply fall out. Sometimes they just can’t take it any more.
Sometimes it’s better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.
Some of us think that darkness isn’t a depth, it’s a state of mind.
Sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear, Upon the world dim darkness doth display, And in her vaulty prison stows the Day.
News fitting to the night, black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
It’s better to light a candle than curse the darkness.
In the evening darkness doesn’t really fall, it rises.
Darkness isn’t the opposite of light, it is simply its absence.
