The depths of first love seemed a light in the dark, for this feeling was wild and restless.

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The depths of first love seemed a light in the dark, for this feeling was wild and restless.
I have fought and conquered the dark alone. I feel I am a dangerous woman.
Sometimes, in my mind, the warm dark loneliness was the most poignant form that I felt.
It was obvious I was too intense. There is just light and dark, all or nothing.
The face of my nightmare, Death's mask coming to life. The mighty fury of his blazing eyes in the dark.
Sitting all drowsy and warm by a dark window, I had never felt so happy escaping into a novel.
We had a dance. I loved the music, but it sounded sweetest in the dark. By skylight it was our devil's psalmody.