“The instruments of darkness tell us truths.”

Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.

Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Listen to many, speak to a few.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Thus with a kiss I die.

A light heart lives long.

I dragged my pain into the darkness, I carried it into the light – No matter where I choose to take it, This pain refuses to subside. I washed my sins off in the ocean, I prayed all my badness away, Whichever God I choose to worship, I cannot make my soul be saved.

You can find beauty in the darkest of places. Be the light, my love. Bring smiles to their faces.

She was a recovered woman dipped in happiness, cleansed of darkness that would lit her aflame.

Moon and stars are what my dark sky has felt but with the story love of his existence.

Moon and stars are what my dark sky has felt but with the story love of his existence.

She can relate to darkness it absorbs everything.

The darkness in her heart, is tearing her apart.

Insomnia. Restless soul. Long dark nights. Haunted heavy heart feels. Foggy.