“Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.”

“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

“There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world”

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

“every man's day is a dark night , no one knows what's coming up the next moment . though we keep going forward because we have faith . because we believe .”

“Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back”