Lightness And Darkness Quotes Novels & Stories

It's impossible. I want to see this and hear more of what it has to say. "Who are you?" I ask. "I'm light. A home of light and where darkness can never break through " "Sorry,but I'm confused. It's night and you just popped out of no where. Who are you?" I stretch the last part.

He pauses and adds after a while, “think of this, if you become evil and destroy everyone, what happens? Another being soars up and fights you too. Have you ever imagined why light and dark always fight?” He’s still talking and I am carefully listening without even realizing. “Because light becomes dark at some point, and dark becomes light at some point. The point where light becomes dark is a breaking point, after being pushed to the end of the wall and it retaliates. And dark becomes light when it regrets it’s actions and wishes for absolution, for a cleansing of its sins.” I clear my throat. “Why are you telling me these things?”

Adric, cloaked and silent, his eyes a haunting mix of silver and shadow. He whispered to the wind: "Light doesn't destroy darkness. It teaches it how to see." And as the moon rose once more, its glow stretched across both wolves, one of light, one of shadow, their destinies now intertwined.

He just needs to let it shine through. “If you say so.” He caught my hand in his and kissed each of my fingers softly. “I’m sorry I made you remember those things,” I said in a small voice. “I’m not,” he replied firmly. “I’m not sorry you did. You were right yesterday. You have to get lost in the dark to appreciate the light. My head is full of darkness, full of shadows and horrors, and then I look into your eyes. It’s like finding the light at the end of the tunnel – the light I never thought I’d find.”

She leaves me with a line echoing in my head: “We can’t outrun darkness. But we can light up enough space to find our own way.” I stare at the ceiling again. The chessboard is spread. We’ve defended the king—but the game continues.

His hand continued moving, covering the wall with warnings: "Qui innocentes nocet, ab innocentibus destruetur. Amor matris vincit malitiam. Lux umbram consumet." "Whoever harms innocents will be destroyed by innocents. A mother's love conquers evil. Light will consume shadow." Margaret sucked in a deep breath, assembling all her powers in her hand. "I am the shadow! I am the darkness that shapes the light!" Marcus's cries increase beyond anyone's power. A gust of wind flowed around the whole room, dark waves mixed with light waves. Margaret and Pierce let out a gut-wrenching scream.

he said, and the faint smile that curved his mouth made my skin prickle. "Or perhaps they've already left their mark on our world in ways we can’t yet see. Either way, the tale of Alexei and his family is a reminder that even in the shadows, there is light. And sometimes," he added, almost under his breath, "that light is more dangerous than the darkness." The projector flickered off with a mechanical sigh. The fluorescent lights blinked awake, throwing the hall into a harsh, clinical brightness that made everything—the desks, the scratched floors, the pale faces around me—feel suddenly too real.

“I long for the days of serenity, but if chaos and darkness are what we need to face to keep each other, I will still stand beside you through all of this.” “I want that. You and me… But promise me, if I become too drawn to the darkness and turn out to be worse than my sister, promise me you won’t give up on me. Promise me you will pull me to the light.” “I always believe you both have dark and good inside you, Althea. But whether you have light or not, I will never give up on you, on us. I’ll be your light like you’ve been mine ever since I met you.”

The goddess eyed me sceptically. “Ask it.” She demanded rather than invited. “You said, in order to defeat the darkness, you must first defeat the light.” I paused. A part of me hoped that what I was about to say was wrong. That I had got the complete wrong end of the stick. But the gnawing pain in my heart told be otherwise. “You are yet to ask me a question.” “The darkness is Tenebris?” I ask. “Yes.” “The light…” gulping back the tears that threatened to spill over, “Then the light must mean….”

I breathed in hurt. I heard if you are surrounded by light, surely must blend with the light. They say if the light seeks you, it consumes you.Too anxious and broken to speak out loud. Maybe I don’t want a form of clarity. Maybe my darkness has exceeded its limits the light can no longer consume me.