From Solarie To Aldia – The Best Dark Souls Quotes About Death & Fire

While the dark night of the soul is a process of death, the spiritual awakening process is the rebirth.

Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.

Upon the dark road you are travelling, do not seek out the light, the illusion, the fallacy and incessant need for all things external. Have no fear, take the darkness as your comfort because you are the light shining in the dark.

you just need to find the spark.

But souls can’t be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.

The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality and my life, as I write this, is vital even when sad. I may wake up sometime next year without my mind again; it is not likely to stick around all the time. Meanwhile, however, I have discovered what I would have to call a soul, a part of myself I could never have imagined until one day, seven years ago, when hell came to pay me a surprise visit. It’s a precious discovery.

One of the greatest advantages of being an empath is that experiencing a spiritual awakening is virtually inevitable. In other words, spiritually awakening seems to be written into our dna.

Or might the soul clone itself,
create a perfect imitation
of something yet to be
defined? in this way,
can a reflection be altered?.

Some of these beginners, too, make little of their faults, and at other times become over-sad when they see themselves fall into them, thinking themselves to have been saints already; and thus they become angry and impatient with themselves, which is another imperfection. Often they beseech god, with great yearnings, that he will take from them their imperfections and faults, but they do this that they may find themselves at peace, and may not be troubled by them, rather than for god’s sake; not realizing that, if he should take their imperfections from them, they would probably become prouder and more presumptuous still. They dislike praising others and love to be praised themselves; sometimes they seek out such praise. Herein they are like the foolish virgins, who, when their lamps could not be lit, sought oil from others.

No one should deny the danger of the descent, but it can be risked. No one need risk it, but it is certain that someone will. And let those who go down the sunset way do so with open eyes, for it is a sacrifice which daunts even the gods. Yet every descent is followed by an ascent; the vanishing shapes are shaped anew, and a truth is valid in the end only if it suffers change and bears new witness in new images, in new tongues, like a new wine that is put into new bottles.

People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream.

If it is going to kill you,” enso roshi says, “then let it kill you.

We all, everyone one of us, carry a star inside our chests. …Light and darkness are always side-by-side. If you show even the slightest fear or tears to the darkness, it will immediately swell and come attacking, and swallow up the light. Serenity, in order to defeat the darkness and dark souls, you must keep the star inside your chest burning brightly at all times. That is your most important charge.

Raeanne
mirror, mirror

when I look into a
mirror,
it is her face I see.
her right is my left, double
moles, dimple and all.
my right is her left,
unblemished.

we are exact
opposites,
kaeleigh and me.
mirror image identical
twins. One egg, one sperm
one zygote, divided,
sharing one complete
set of genetic markers.

on the outside we are

the same. But not
inside. I think
she is the egg, so
much like our mother
it makes me want to scream.
cold.
controlled.

that makes me the sperm
i guess. I take completely
after our father.
all daddy, that’s me.
codependent.
cowardly.

good, bad. Left, right.
kaeleigh and raeanne.
one egg, one sperm.
one being, split in two.

and how many
souls?.

One thing is certain, whatever choices we make: we will not miss out on some critical purgation by seeking treatment for depression or any other form of physical suffering. If we are ripe for what the dark night brings, god will find a way to bring the process to fruition no matter how hard we try to avoid it.

The dark night of the soul is not merely “having a bad day” or even week. The dark night is a long, pervasive, and very dark experience. If you’re experiencing the dark night of the soul, you will constantly carry around within you a sense of being lost. Your heart will constantly, in some shape or form, be in mourning, and this is because you long deep down to feel the presence of your soul again.

I’ve no more business to marry edgar linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought heathcliff so low I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he’s handsome nelly but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.

I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.

It is only when we are truly alone without someone else to lean on; left with our own inner solitude that we can undergo a real process of change.
the introspection that is needed to bring out the light that has dwindled down to ash and reignite the fire of our being.
so let the darkness shape you, let it reform you, let it cradle you and birth you into a new life; a new way of being.
let the spark flame again, in the darkness is where you will find it.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

While there remains one dark soul without the light of God, I’ll fight – I’ll fight to the very end!

Well-meaning, helpful, good-natured attitudes of mind have not come to be honored on account of their usefulness, but because they are states of richer souls that are capable of bestowing and have their value in the feeling of the plenitude of life.

Harvey wanted to dive into his ugliness; he intentionally reached for those long hours of soul desolation. He waited. He paced, ready to face down whatever was to come.
paulette’s, though, busted loose uninvited, catching her completely off guard when she was already hurting, feeling crumbled, and vulnerable. When all she really wanted was some quiet gentle feelings for a change. A few flowers. Some sunshine. A way out of all that inner torment for even just a moment.
had she had brought only nastiness out of her childhood? hadn’t there been anything sweet she could remember instead?
as she wandered back to her cabin, searching for even a single fond memory, light faded everywhere around her.
aw, c’mon, she thought. Everyone had some happy childhood memories. She had to have at least a couple.
how about the coloring? children enjoy coloring; how about that? she’d spent hours and days on her art. It was as close as she could remember to having her mamma stand over her with anything even remotely resembling approval. Her books and comics could be tales of jesus, but coloring books had to be old testament because “no child’s impure hand could touch a crayon to the sweet beautiful face of our beloved lord and savior christ jesus.”
so the little girl had scrunched down over daniel in the lion’s den. Samson screaming in rage, pain, and terror as they blinded him with daggers and torches. The redder she made the flowing wounds of a man of god shot full of arrows, the richer the flames around those three men being burned in an iron box, the longer mamma let her stay out of that closet.
– from “the gardens of ailana.

Really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.

generally speaking, these meetings occur when we reach a limit, when we need to die and be reborn emotionally. These meetings are waiting for us, but more often than not, we avoid them happening. If we are desperate, though, if we have nothing to lose, or if we are full of enthusiasm for life, then the unknown reveals itself, and our universe changes direction.

Do you dare to step in-
to the vulnerable black, stripped
to the soul with human blindness –

when the full and weeping
moon steps from the shade
of a tumult of mountains –

when, in the fragrant dim,
day’s tree stump transforms
into some nether-worldly other –

when time’s skin is thin and you are
bared – when there is nothing
between you and the wildest one

whose name is your own?.

I am nothing–nothing–nothing. She was clinging to that, she found, as to a sort of anchor, because it kept her from having to face the terrible possibility that god himself was not, and the realization of god’s nothingness would be the final horror that could not be borne. Yet as time passed she knew that that possibility, too, must be faced. She must let go of the very last thing left her, the knowledge of her own nothingness, and face it. And she let go, and looked around for god and did not find him; and then there was nothing, except the dark night.
but there was the dark night. Very slowly she became conscious of it, and then she found that she was hugging it to her, wrapping herself in it as though it were a cloak to hide her in this hour of her humiliation. For a long while the night was all that she had, and then suddenly, like a sword stabbing the darkness, came a trill of music. It was a bird welcoming the dawn. That, too, was added. She drew back one of the curtains of her bed and saw a patch of grey light where the window was. That also. During the hours of the night she had been completely stripped, and now one by one a few things were being handed to her for the clothing of her naked, shivering, humiliated soul. For a few things one must have to make one decent if one was to step forth again upon the highway. For that, obviously, impossible though the task seemed to her at this moment, was what she had to do as soon as the full day came, because there wasn’t anything else that she could do. She had to go on living and serving, with the living and serving stripped of all pleasure…but there would be something. There would be darkness and light, night and day, both sweet things, and music linking them together. The full glory of the dawn chorus seemed all about her…it was full day by the time she pulled back the muslin curtains that covered her window and flung it wide and leaned out, the scent of the spring earth rushing up to meet her. That also was given back…by whom?.

When we lose touch with our souls, we lose touch with our inner guidance, wisdom, and strength. Sometimes, it can take us many years to get back in touch with the divine presence within us. This period of feeling lost and disconnected from the divine is called the dark night of the soul.

Don’t try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.

People accuse me of falling in love easily. It just means that i’m able to see the beauty in most of the people who cross paths with me and I appreciate it for what it is and also for what it isn’t. Love is imperfect. Falling for someone’s flaws is just as necessary as falling for their strengths. And people like myself, who fall into love easily, are sometimes the loneliest souls around at the end of the day.

Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom’s self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair’d. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i’ th’ centre and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun.

There is a season for everything under the sun—even when we can’t see the sun.

You don’t need to retire to a cloister or the desert for years on end to experience a true dark night; you don’t even have to be pursuing any particular “spiritual” path. Raising a challenged child, or caring for a failing parent for years on end, is at least as purgative as donning robes and shaving one’s head; to endure a mediocre work situation for the sake of the paycheck that sustains a family demands at least as much in the way of daily surrender to years of pristine silence in a monastery. No one can know in advance how and where the night will come, and what form god’s darkness will take.

There is another reason also why the soul has traveled safely in this obscurity; it has suffered: for the way of suffering is safer, and also more profitable, than that of rejoicing and of action. In suffering god gives strength, but in action and in joy the soul does but show its own weakness and imperfections. And in suffering, the soul practices and acquires virtue, and becomes pure, wiser, and more cautious.

For truly we are all angels temporarily hiding as humans.

The new is always at our doorstep when we feel most lost.

I believe the stars align so souls can find one another. Whether they are meant to be souls in love or souls in life remains to be seen.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

While women weep, as they do now, I’ll fight While little children go hungry, as they do now, I’ll fight While men go to prison, in and out, in and out, as they do now, I’ll fight While there is a drunkard left, While there is a poor lost girl upon the streets, While there remains one dark soul without the light of God, I’ll fight-I’ll fight to the very end!

Enlightenment arrives like a thief in the middle of the dark night of the soul.

Crap.
it’s all crap.
living is crap.
life has no meaning.
none. Nowhere to be found.
crap.
why doesn’t anybody realize this?.

Religious despair is often a defense against boredom and the daily grind of existence. Lacking intensity in our lives, we say that we are distant from god and then seek to make that distance into an intense experience. It is among the most difficult spiritual ailments to heal, because it is usually wholly illusory. There are definitely times when we must suffer god’s absence, when we are called to enter the dark night of the soul in order to pass into some new understanding of god, some deeper communion with him and with all creation. But this is very rare, and for the most part our dark nights of the soul are, in a way this is more pathetic than tragic, wishful thinking. God is not absent. He is everywhere in the world we are too dispirited to love. To feel him — to find him — does not usually require that we renounce all worldly possessions and enter a monastery, or give our lives over to some cause of social justice, or create some sort of sacred art, or begin spontaneously speaking in tongues. All to often the task to which we are called is simply to show a kindness to the irritating person in the cubicle next to us, say, or to touch the face of a spouse from whom we ourselves have been long absent, letting grace wake love from our intense, self-enclosed sleep.

How the horse dominated the mind of the early races especially of the Mediterranean! You were a lord if you had a horse. Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances…The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action in man!

The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.

The journey of the dark night of the soul is where we learn who we are, without people telling us.

How beautiful would it be if we could just see souls instead of bodies? to see love and compassion instead of curves.

Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.

Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

If we never experience the chill of a dark winter, it is very unlikely that we will ever cherish the warmth of a bright summer’s day. Nothing stimulates our appetite for the simple joys of life more than the starvation caused by sadness or desperation. In order to complete our amazing life journey successfully, it is vital that we turn each and every dark tear into a pearl of wisdom, and find the blessing in every curse.

There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.

Like a tornado swirling around you, you are the eye of the storm. A front row seat to the destruction of everything you worked so hard to build. But like all tornadoes, the rain will halt and the winds will calm. The pieces that remain from the cataclysmic destruction of your former self, will soon dissolve and you will find that the only thing that was destroyed was the illusion, the attachment. Allowing for you to rebuild a new, a stronger, a more mature, and spiritually evolved you, that you didn’t even know existed. So have faith, this too shall pass.

The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul.

You necessarily have to be lost, before you’re found.

So this is where all the vapid talk about the ‘soul’ of the universe is actually headed. Once the hard-won principles of reason and science have been discredited, the world will not pass into the hands of credulous herbivores who keep crystals by their sides and swoon over the poems of khalil gibran. The ‘vacuum’ will be invaded instead by determined fundamentalists of every stripe who already know the truth by means of revelation and who actually seek real and serious power in the here and now. One thinks of the painstaking, cloud-dispelling labor of british scientists from isaac newton to joseph priestley to charles darwin to ernest rutherford to alan turing and francis crick, much of it built upon the shoulders of galileo and copernicus, only to see it casually slandered by a moral and intellectual weakling from the usurping house of hanover. An awful embarrassment awaits the british if they do not declare for a republic based on verifiable laws and principles, both political and scientific.

The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it emotionally. A higher paradox confounds the emotion as well as reason and there are long periods in the lives of all of us, when the truth as revealed by faith is hideous, emotionally disturbing, downright repulsive. Witness the dark night of the soul in individual saints . . .

The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.

In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.

As highly sensitive empaths, we are particularly prone to experiencing the dark night of the soul. The less defined our sense of self is and the more toxic energy we take on from others, the more we are prone to losing touch with our souls.

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.

I wasn’t talking to you, lynch. I need someone with a soul.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren’t enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men.

A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.

Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.

The russian soul is a dark place.

It is only when we are truly alone, without someone else to lean on, left with our own inner solitude that we can undergo a process of change.the introspection that is needed to bring out the light that has dwindled down to ash and reignite the fire of our being. So let the darkness shape you, let it reform you, let it cradle you and birth you into a new life. Let the spark flame again, in the darkness is where you will find it.

When great trees fall

when great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

when great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

when great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
we breathe, briefly.
our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
we are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

and when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
they existed. They existed.
we can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

We owe a huge debt to galileo for emancipating us all from the stupid belief in an earth-centered or man-centered (let alone god-centered) system. He quite literally taught us our place and allowed us to go on to make extraordinary advances in knowledge.

…our souls may be consumed by shadows, but that doesn’t mean we have to behave as monsters.