Dark
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Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I'm tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become.
Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
I have my own demons and dark moods. It's weird.
I was kind of a dark kid. I loved Halloween, and I loved vampires and the black and white old monster movies.
O Holy Spirit, descend plentifully into my heart. Enlighten the dark corners of this neglected dwelling and scatter there Thy cheerful beams.
There is in every woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
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