Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.

There is no such thing as darkness; only a failure to see.

There is no such thing as darkness; only a failure to see.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how read more

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

Dark as pitch.

Dark as pitch.

In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace

In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.