Even the darkest tunnel has an end and soon there will be light.

God is always with you, even in the darkest night or in the deepest pit. You just need to hold on. Never doubt His presence and His power, He will see you through.

Sadness is like a dark cloud that makes it impossible to see the sun.
But the sun can only shine after heavy rain falls away.
I let

I’d like to be an example of no matter how dark and thick and hopeless it feels, for years maybe, things can and will change.

To trust God in the light is nothing, but to trust him in the dark, that is faith.

Regardless of how black the page, he had always managed to turn it and move on to a new chapter in his life.

As hard as I try to sound tough and dark, I still sound cute.bn

But her eyes were blue and full of anxieties, and her hair was darkish.

I have seen your dark nights and your brightest days and I will be here with you forever waiting in your dusk.

You’re my spark in the dark.

In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla, and on that thin-mooned night I could see little more than her silhouette except for when she smoked, when the burning cherry of the cigarette washed her face in pale red light. But even in the dark, I could see her eyes – fierce emeralds.

I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog.

All great beginnings start in the dark, when the moon greets you to a new day at midnight.

Gabrielle: Uncle John, I’ve heard the stories. I know you’ve been through a lot. But my world is a lot different from yours.
Rambo: No, it’s not. It’s worse.
Gabrielle: No, it’s not. People don’t just act bad for no reason.
Rambo: There’s no reason for a man to throw his family away. He’s lucky he has one.
Gabrielle: Why are you getting so mad?
Rambo: Because you don’t know how bad it is. I know how black a man’s heart can be. There’s nothing good out there, Gabrielle.
Gabrielle: Well, maybe he’s changed.
Rambo: Men like that don’t change. It only gets worse.
Gabrielle: You changed.
Rambo: I haven’t changed. I’m just trying to keep a lid on it, every day.

“Sometimes there is a dark cloud that never passes. It stays forever!”
“Well, that’s death.”

The darkest hour is only sixty minutes.

Do I fear the sleepless nights? You have no idea how long the dark lasts when you cannot close your eyes to it.

3:30

In the dark
from over the water, a rooster
celebrates my insomnia.

Truck drivers come back when it’s dark.

50 shades of dark circles under my eyes.

What a thing this sleeplessness was!…If sleep, she thought, could be compared to a gentle lake ina dark place, the sleeplessness was a roaring ocean, a raging, wind-buffeted voyage, lit with mad rocket-lights, pursued by wild phantoms from behind, plunging upon fearful rocks ahead, a mad tempest of the past and present and future all in one. Through all this the pale, strenuous mariner must somehow steer a way, until at last the weary dawn, not of sleep, but of resignation to sleeplessness, comes to calm the waters of the mind.

I haven’t been out driving at this time of night in many years, much less in an unfamiliar area. These are the things that scare you as you get older. You understand night all too well, all its attendant meanings. You try to avoid it, work around it, keep it from entering your house. Your weary, ornery body tells you to stay up late, sleep less, keep the lights on, don’t go into the bedroom—if you have to sleep, sleep in your chair, at the table. Everything is about avoiding the night. Because of that, I suppose that I should be scared out here in the dark, but I am finally past that, I think.

Someone observed darkly that it is always two A.M. when one is in the ‘dark night of the soul.’

Right now I can’t even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark.

The heart is the anchor to all things, be it love to hate, or light to dark.

It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.