“We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.”

An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.

The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

How short the happy moments seem and how endless the sad ones.

I want to go to the ocean, Where the water is as dark as your eyes, and while the waves crash in ivory glance, I want to call you mine.

The greatest form of art is unconditional love.

Our freedom lays deeper than your laws will ever cut into paper…For my words and rights are more than lines.

Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

I burned all our bridges – not knowing that love knows how to swim.

My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for me and you; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

And all these strange birds in the morning sky feel more familiar than home.

Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humans to keep its restless heart alive the sky would be full of dead stars.

Too many people share the same tears.

Maybe we become what we write about.

I don’t try and be dark, but there are obviously darker emotions that I want to capture sometimes.

I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes, but I laugh, and eat well, and grow strong.

Crazy isn’t being broken, or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me, amplified.

As sure as God made black and white, what’s done in the dark will be brought to the light.

At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

Everything belonged to him–but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

We live in the flicker — may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.