In darkness I follow the light and find my way to the beginning again, and again, and again.

For the light to exist, there must be the dark. For the Force, there must be balance.

Just as the morning light sweeps away the night, the darkness within me began to be chased away by a dawn in my soul.

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.

The door closed and darkness claimed the room.

For every item that carries the darkness of humanity there's one that holds the light. And that light is worth believing in. Not just in others, but in yourself as well.