“The instruments of darkness tell us truths.”

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

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.

Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.

I love the shows that are in dingy little dark clubs, smoky, no production whatsoever.

In the Lonely Hour is about a guy that I fell in love with last year, and he didn’t love me back. I think I’m over it now, but I was in a very dark place. I kept feeling lonely in the fact that I hadn’t felt love before.

She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

The men and women who are truly filled with light are those who have gazed deeply into the darkness of their own imperfect existence.

I always used to go for blondes and quiet girls, but Victoria is the total opposite – dark and loud.

Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.