“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”

“I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”

“Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.”

“And the Shadow of the Night and not Love was departed;
I was sore, I was weary, yet Love lived to seek;
So I scaled the dark mountains, and wandered sad-hearted
Over wearier wastes, where e'en sunlight was bleak,
With no rest of the night for my soul waxen weak.”

“Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living: All things fall under this name. The Sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and the light but the shadow of God.”

“The darkness
is the deepening shadow
of your presence; the silence a
process in the metabolism
of the being of love.”

“When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours.”

“Shadow is the diminution alike of light and of darkness, and stands between darkness and light.”

“I shall do one thing in this life - one thing certain - that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.”

“Between God and man, between the gospel and each soul, the interpreter is Love.”