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Quotes about Darkness

Elders in the dark see better than children in the light.
— Matshona Dhliwayo
I have said: "Blow out the lamp! Day is here!" And you keep saying: "Give me a lamp so I can find the day.
— Frank Herbert
A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.
— George Eliot
Nobody loves the light like the blind man.
— Victor Hugo
[Christ] does not give [men] light but from moment to moment; the instant He withdraws, all is darkness.... God does not give them a stock of holiness.
— John Wesley
Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.
— Dante Alighieri
I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark, though the witches are all hung.
— Henry David Thoreau
All perfection hath some imperfection joined to it in this life, and all our power of sight is not without some darkness.
— Thomas a Kempis
I sensed my spirit piercing through the enveloping gloom. I felt it transcend that hopeless, meaningless world, and from somewhere I heard a victorious "Yes" in answer to my question of the existence of an ultimate purpose. At that moment a light was lit in a distant farmhouse, which stood on the horizon as if painted there, in the midst of the miserable grey of a dawning morning in Bavaria. "Et lux in tenebris lucet"—and the light shineth in the darkness
— Viktor E. Frankl
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
— Virginia Woolf
Life is difficult; facts uncompromising; and the passage to that fabled land where our brightest hopes are extinguished, our frail barks founder in darkness, one that needs, above all, courage, truth, and the power to endure.
— Virginia Woolf
But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave.
— Virginia Woolf