Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
It's more interesting isn't it, if I've got a hedonistic dark side? — Michael Fassbender Copy Share Image
love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Like the moon shining bright Up high with all its grace, I can only show you at night And hide half of… — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
Things which sound like platitudes become vital, living and powerful when you have to learn them in the bottom of the barrel,… — Elisabeth Elliot Copy Share Image
Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden! Dire deeds awake, dark is it eastward. Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded! Forth Eorlingas! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is good and evil in each of us, and you can easily be led to the dark side. — Rob Lowe Copy Share Image
“First we have to understand that we are not the mind! We are identical with neither its bright, nor its dark side!” — Frank M. Wanderer Copy Share Image
“We are on the verge of losing our capacity as a society for deep, sustained focus. In short, we are slipping toward… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I have long thought that anyone who does not regularly - or ever - gaze up and see the wonder and glory… — Brian Greene Copy Share Image
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and wonder if my life would be different if I had to do it over... Then… — Charles M. Schulz Copy Share Image
I am often drawn to what appear at first to be 'dark' or 'difficult' subjects, but which, upon further examination, are always… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
Yet creeds mean very little, Coth answered the dark god, still speaking almost gently. The optimist proclaims that we live in the… — James Branch Cabell Copy Share Image
When a writer with a voice as good as Richard Christian Matheson's tells you something, you have no choice but to listen.… — Michael Marshall Smith Copy Share Image
“The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
Jem leaned closer against the chair, staring into the fire. “Better it were my hands,” he said. Will shook his head. Exhaustion… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Our apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish. Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image