I've got a large list, but these are my favorites:
"The dark is generous.
Its first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins, our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still.
But the greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but in hiding us from the truths of others.
The dark protects us from what we dare not know.
Its second gift is comforting illusion: the ease of gentle dreams in night's embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would repel
in day's harsh light. But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion that the dark is only temporary: that every night brings a new day.
Because it is day that is temporary.
Day is the illusion.
Its third gift is the light itself: as days are defined by the nights that divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black through which
they wheel, the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the center of its own self.
With each victory of the light, it is the darkness that wins.
The dark is generous, and it is patient.
It is the darkness that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt.
The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout.
The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind
the star that gives them light.
The dark's patience is infinite.
Eventually, even stars burn out.
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.
It always wins because it is everywhere.
It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire; it is under your chair and under your table and under the
sheets on your bed. Walk in the midday sun and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet.
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins-but in the heart of its strength lies weakness; one lone candle is enough to hold it back.
Love is more than a candle.
Love can ignite the stars."
-Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, by Mathew Stover
"Names hold no meaning. You're identity comes from what you do, your actions, not from a label stuck to you from birth..."
-The True Sith, by Lindsay Napier
"O God, God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!...'Tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed."
-Hamlet, by William Shakespeare
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