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For the devil has no power . . . except in the dark." - Madame Dorothea

for we all have our own twilights and mists and abysses to return to.

For those who can see well in the darkness, there is no darkness and for those who cannot see well even in the light, there is no light! Neither darkness nor light but only your talents matter most!

For those who suffer from depression, it can feel like a shadow, never leaving your side. A torturer that lives within your own body that you can’t escape from. Know that you are not alone, that you are strong and there is help out there. Keep fighting towards the light, no matter how dark it may get. Because, one day, the storm clouds will clear, and a new day will dawn. To those who may know someone that suffers from the pain of depression. Know that it’s not something easily dealt with. It takes time, days even years, for some, like Iris a life time. Many suffer in silence. Be there for that person. Be the light in their darkness, help them see the sun, the moon and the stars. Because they are worth the fight. Let us all speak and hear, to heal.

For your life to have meaning is to discover what you are meant to fulfill.

For you to be able to turn on the light in the darkness, you have to live in the light.

Freedom is your soul in the emptiness of night. Freedom is this dark that is as great as what it holds the stars and everything beneath it and yet how it seems to be nothing, has no beginning, no end, and no center.

Friends, the light has come to the earth. We now have no right any longer to be in any form of darkness, especially in the Church of the Lord Jesus Christ.

From a place of darkness Stars watch the wounded dreams sigh On their bed of aches and broken skin But they are dreams, and all they know is how to rise

From darkness; take me unto Light. O God! Help me today, make my maiden flight. From sorrow; give me the strength to break. And help me to love and to care. From darkness take me unto Light. O God! Hear my prayers and let in the sunlight. (excerpts of my poem from my book 'From the Silence Within')

From his earliest years Cincinnatus, by some strange and happy chance comprehending his danger, carefully managed to conceal a certain peculiarity. He was impervious to the rays of others, and therefore produced when off his guard a bizarre impression, as of a lone dark obstacle in the world of souls transparent to one other; he learned however to feign translucence, employing a complex system of optical illusions, as it were--but he had only to forget himself, to allow a momentary lapse in self control, in the manipulation of cunningly illuminated facets and angles at which he turned his soul, and immediately there was alarm. In the midst of the excitement of a game his coevals would suddenly forsake him, as if they had sensed that his lucid gaze and the azure of his temples were but a crafty deception and that actually Cincinnatus was opaque. Sometimes, in the midst of sudden silence, the teacher, in a chagrined perplexity, would gather up all the reserves of skin around his eyes, gaze at him for a long while and finally say: "What is wrong with you, Cincinnatus?" Then Cincinnatus would take hold of himself, and, clutching his own self to his breast, would remove that self to a safe place.

From the depths of silence The feeling rushes up A warrior of brightness Emerging from the dark With words of pure abandonment, A lust for emptiness, through art Of pure suffering and torment That sparks a beating heart A spark of light in darkness, And darkness be his light, When all is lost in numbness Sit still, no need to fight.

From the vast, invisible ocean of moonlight overhead fell, here and here, a slender, broken stream that seemed to plash against the intercepting branches and trickle to earth, forming small white pools among the clumps of laurel. But these leaks were few and served only to accentuate the blackness of his environment, which his imagination found it easy to people with all manner of unfamiliar shapes, menacing, uncanny, or merely grotesque. He to whom the portentous conspiracy of night and solitude and silence in the heart of a great forest is not an unknown experience needs not to be told what another world it all is - how even the most commonplace and familiar objects take on another character. The trees group themselves differently; they draw closer together, as if in fear. The very silence has another quality than the silence of the day. And it is full of half-heard whispers, whispers that startle - ghosts of sounds long dead. There are living sounds, too, such as are never heard under other conditions: notes of strange night birds, the cries of small animals in sudden encounters with stealthy foes, or in their dreams, a rustling in the dead leaves - it may be the leap of a wood rat, it may be the footstep of a panther. What caused the breaking of that twig? What the low, alarmed twittering in that bushful of birds? There are sounds without a name, forms without substance, translations in space of objects which have not been seen to move, movements wherein nothing is observed to change its place. Ah, children of the sunlight and the gaslight, how little you know of the world in which you live! ("A Tough Tussle")

From the world of darkness I did loose demons and devils in the power of scorpions to torment.

From within the abysmal depths of a heart, the soul echoes A Lover's Tale of an Eternal Love (Through the Darkness, WIth Love - Vol. 1)

Gardens are made of darkness and light entwined.

Generational oppression begins when what is meant to be transferred to one offspring has been taken over by reason of oppression.

Give me something in between the spectrums of light, darkness and sound and most days I will create something out of it for you.

Give me one more night to taste the dark When wolves imitate a lone dog's bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen angel's heart now lover's token Light grows dim burying riddle’s death Just breathe to free your one last breath

Give me your secrets. I'll give you my soul.

Go all the way and let your soul be in what you are doing and there will be no limitations.

Gloom and darkness are temporary. Joy comes in the morning.

God cannot help you in your ignorance.

God can only relate with us based on our level of knowledge.

God calls ignorance the rejection of knowledge, which simply means it is actually a choice to be ignorant.

God desires to free our country from darkness through our active civil position.

God does not have any business with irresponsible people.

God has no tolerance for ignorance; therefore we should not have tolerance for ignorance also.

God has no business with irresponsible people.

God has individuals He has positioned for His purpose and to be used as His vessel at different time and season.

God has called us out of darkness into His marvellous light.

God hates ignorance.

God is light of the world.

God is the distance between light and darkness.

God is our hope on the day of doom.

God is limited by our ignorance.

God is helpless in our area of ignorance.

God is reciprocally responding to the cry of the afflicted.

Godliness is not just a doctrine, a belief or a principle, it has a personality.

God loves justice and He desires mankind to love the same.

God liberated us from darkness to walk in the glorious light.

Godliness has already come in human flesh to rescue humanity from its own ungodliness.

Godliness must be presented with its profit and incentives, not only for the good of the nation and society, but of eternal value.

God’s church need to declare war against ignorance.

God was planning a cookout and all of civilization was going to be the barbecue. Already the charcoal was hot, white and flaky outside, as red as demons’ eyes inside. A huge thing, a great thing. His time of transfiguration was at hand. He was going to be born for the second time, he was going to be squeezed out of the laboring cunt of some great sand-colored beast that even now lay in the throes of its contractions, its legs moving slowly as the birthblood gushed, its sun-hot eyes glaring into the emptiness. He had been born when times changed, and the times were going to change again.

God rules through light.

God's will has been to redeem men and open the way of salvation to those who seek it, but men have shown themselves so unworthy that it is right for God to refuse to some, for their hardness of heart, what he grants to others by a mercy they have not earned... 'There is enough light for those who desire only to see, and enough darkness for those of a contrary disposition.

God has no regard for the ignorant.

Grace is darkness and light, peacefully co-existing, as illumination.

Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me. Gray...