Quotes About Darkness

Come now my child If we were planning to harm you, do you think we'd be lurking here beside the path in the darkest part of the forest?

Leaping from that other darkness Come two circles of flame-- When the pressure of your lips Made of my eyes Two suns Embracing the world with light ... It was a darkness As rich with strong wonder As the depths of the sea, And you were upon me Like great sea-gardens And great waves ...

Man wird nicht dadurch erleuchtet, daß man sich Lichtgestalten vorstellt, sondern durch Bewusstmachung der Dunkelheit.

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not popular.

Nobody can fall so low unless he has a great depth. If such a thing can happen to a man, it challenges his best and highest on the other side; that is to say, this depth corresponds to a potential height, and the blackest darkness to a hidden light.

I indignantly answered, "Do you call light what we men call the worst darkness? Do you call day night?" To this my soul spoke a word that roused my anger, "My light is not of this world." I cried, "I know of no other world!" The soul answered, "Should it not exist because you know nothing of it?

My own understanding is the sole treasure I possess, and the greatest. Though infinitely small and fragile in comparison with the powers of darkness, it is still a light, my only light.

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. It may even be assumed that just as the unconscious affects us, so the increase in our consciousness affects the unconscious.

At first we cannot see beyond the path that leads downward to dark and hateful things—but no light or beauty will ever come from the man who cannot bear this sight. Light is always born of darkness, and the sun never yet stood still in heaven to satisfy man's longing or to still his fears.

R]eal liberation comes not from glossing over or repressing painful states of feeling, but only from experiencing them to the full.… By accepting the darkness, the patient has not, to be sure, changed it into light, but she has kindled a light that illuminates the darkness within. By day no light is needed, and if you don't know it is night you won't light one, nor will any light be lit for you unless you have suffered the horror of darkness.

Being a part, man cannot grasp the whole. He is at its mercy. He may assent to it, or rebel against it; but he is always caught up by it and enclosed within it. He is dependent upon it and is sustained by it. Love is his light and his darkness, whose end he cannot see. "Love ceases not"—whether he speaks with the "tongues of angels," or with scientific exactitude traces the life of the cell down to its uttermost source.

The ground floor stood for the first level of the unconscious. The deeper I went, the more alien and the darker the scene became. In the cave, I discovered remains of a primitive culture, that is, the world of the primitive man within myself—a world which can scarcely be reached or illuminated by consciousness. The primitive psyche of man borders on the life of the animal soul, just as the caves of prehistoric times were usually inhabited by animals before men laid claim to them.

NaÅ¡e doba je epochou chaosu a rozkladu. VÅ¡e se stalo problematickým. Jak se to v takových stavech dÄ›je vždy, tla?í se nevÄ›domé obsahy na hranice vÄ›domí s cílem kompenzovat jeho nouzi. Stojí proto zato pe?livÄ› sledovat vÅ¡echny hrani?ní jevy, jakkoli temné se mohou zdát, aby v nich byly nalezeny zárodky možných nových Ã…â"¢ád?.

The fact is that if one tries beyond one's capacity to be perfect, the shadow descends into hell and becomes the devil.

Freud has unfortunately overlooked the fact that man has never yet been able single-handed to hold his own against the powers of darkness—that is, of the unconscious.

St. Thomas himself recalls the saying of Aristotle that "the thing is the whiter, the less it is mixed with black,"45 without mentioning, however, that the reverse proposition: "the thing is the blacker, the less it is mixed with white," not only has the same validity as the first but is also its logical equivalent. He might also have mentioned that not only darkness is known through light, but that, conversely, light is known through darkness.

If the shadow figure contains valuable, vital forces, they ought to be assimilated into actual experience and not repressed. It is up to the ego to give up its pride and priggishness and to live out something that seems to be dark, but actually may not be. This can require a sacrifice just as heroic as the conquest of passion, but in an opposite sense.

nou? tuturor ne merge ca fratelui Medardus din Elixirele diavolului a lui E.T.A. Hoffman: exist? undeva un frate neliniÈ™titor, groaznic, adic? o replic? a noastr? în persoan?, legat? de noi prin sânge, care conÈ›ine È™i adun? cu r?utate tot ceea ce noi am vrea din toat? inima s? dispar? sub mas?.

furnished with the dimmest light, never enough to illuminate the darkness in which they grope.

Man has developed consciousness slowly and laboriously, in a process that took untold ages to reach the civilized state (which is arbitrarily dated from the invention of script in about 4000 B.C.). And this evolution is far from complete, for large areas of the human mind are still shrouded in darkness. What we call the "psyche" is by no means identical with our consciousness and its contents.

But God, who also does not hear our prayers, wants to become man, and for that purpose he has chosen, through the Holy Ghost, the creaturely man filled with darkness—the natural man who is tainted with original sin and who learnt the divine arts and sciences from the fallen angels.

Doubt is the crown of life and all certainty is merely one-sided. For in uncertainty and doubt, truth and error come together. Doubt is life. When you are in doubt you have the greatest opportunity to unite the dark and the light sides of life.

Gracie wished she'd unpacked her heavier jacket because when the sun doused behind the mountains the temperature dropped a quick twenty degrees or more within minutes, as if the thin mountain air was incapable of retaining the afternoon heat. She thought about going back to her tent to dig out her hoodie, but the instant darkness didn't encourage a trip and the warmth and light of the campfire held her in place as if it had strong gravitational pull.

She lay brooding in the dark for hours. Occasionally, she could hear a whoop or laugh from the direction of the campfire. Danielle's breathing got deeper and she slept the sleep of the dead and Gracie wished she'd gotten that snake from Dakota. She'd never hated her father before.