...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...
John GeddesTag: poetry soul rain sadness darkness
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Tag: paradox darkness light metaphor
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Tag: fear poetry darkness depression
All dark and comfortless.
William ShakespeareThere was nothing the matter out there. It was in here, with me.
I decided I'd better go to work, maybe that would exorcise me. I fled from the room almost as though it were haunted. It was too late to stop off at a breakfast counter now. I didn't want any, anyway. My stomach kept giving little quivers. In the end I didn't go to work, either. I couldn't, I wouldn't have been any good. I telephoned in that I was too ill to come, and it was no idle excuse, even though I was upright on my two legs.
I roamed around the rest of the day in the sunshine. Wherever the sunshine was the brightest, I sought and stayed in that place, and when it moved on I moved with it. I couldn't get it bright enough or strong enough. I avoided the shade, I edged away from it, even the slight shade of an awning or of a tree.
And yet the sunshine didn't warm me. Where others mopped their brows and moved out of it, I stayed - and remained cold inside. And the shade was winning the battle as the hours lengthened. It outlasted the sun. The sun weakened and died; the shade deepened and spread. Night was coming on, the time of dreams, the enemy. ("Nightmare")
Tag: dark night darkness shadow shadows nighmare
Silence is one of many forms of prayer.
Y.I. LeeTag: journey fantasy darkness allegorical
Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
And thus, as a closer and still closer intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into recesses if his spirit, the more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the moral and physical universe in one unceasing radiation of gloom.
Edgar Allan PoeBut death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.
Francesca Lia BlockGardens are made of darkness and light entwined.
F.T. McKinstryTag: fantasy darkness light fairy-tales balance gardens
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