Novel & Cerita Lightness And Darkness Quotes

She wiped the beads of tears that managed to creep out of her pale and dull eyes as she looked at a ball of glowing blue light in front of her, it’s Zyair’s. “The Light does not equate Good, and the darkness does not equate Evil. Much may not think that way, but not to a true wonderer. One who stayed too long in the dark would appreciate every little thing that shines while the one who stayed on the light would be blinded. Thus, a soul as of the night sky is like a canvas, it’s never too late to paint it back to life.” She finished with a smile. Darkness is nothing but emptiness. She watched the young blue soul glitter with happiness; she seemed to have washed away his distress; it made her

After a minute of silence, Mayari's voice finally cut through, snapping Ashley and the others from their trance. "Umm, w-what is it?" Dr. Ashley stutter. "Place the next element, I want to know if I have both darkness and light." "Oh, yes." Ashley nodded, "I just need to inform you that light and darkness are two strong opposite elements, and these elements are not like fire and water that collide in one vessel."

Most of the time I think they’re right, only some of the times I think I am worthy and capable of more. You described how darkness doesn’t last, but this far I have seen very little light. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to the darkness that I can’t even recognize the light anymore? Or that the light is too blinding, making me shut my eyes and making me unable to see? Or is that a bad metaphor? I am not very smart or can write as well as you can. Thank you once again for your letter. I hope that someday you’ll be able to share your pain with someone. Your best friend will be there to listen when you are, I am sure.”

she asked. “Depends on the damage. Could be an hour. Could be all night.” A groan of frustration escaped her. “I was in the middle of something. The light was perfect.” “The light now is perfect too,” he said before he could think. “Rembrandt would have loved it.” She looked at him, surprised. A weaker flash of lightning briefly illuminated her face, and he saw a short, genuine smile. “You know Rembrandt?” “I know light and shadow. He was a master at controlling darkness. You work with the opposite. You throw light onto the darkness, even if it’s chaotic light.”

"God." "You know in the holy scriptures, it says; Fret not thyself because of evil men, Neither be thou envious at the wicked; For there shall be no reward to the evil man; The candle of the wicked shall be put out." She recited. "I know you're worried that Tristan will get hurt but at the end of the day, truth, justice, love - all these things lie in a light that can never be put out." "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot fathom." I spoke.

Did she even know that movie wasn’t really meant for kids her age? I didn’t say anything, but I stayed there. Every time she paused, I wanted to say something, just to hear her voice. It felt stupid. “You know,” she said softly, but with confidence, “there’s light because there’s darkness. Good and bad go together. White and black, they need each other.” She smiled warmly, her eyes squinting in that happy way. “I wear white, and you wear black. I choose the light, but you’re hiding in the dark.”

I repeated my question and now I am lost in translation and started to feel confused. "I forgot to introduce ourselves. Where is my manner?" the light entity said in a very kind manner. "We are the Creators. I am the Light and that is the Darkness." "You may be wondering if we are also known as the Good and the Evil because I am the Dark one and that is the Light? It is purely a stereotype! Light cannot live without Darkness, and we co-exist to keep the balance and equality," the Darkness said to me. “I never imagined that I was here in front of the Creators talking to them so casually like they are just ordinary beings,” I said to myself.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

She had a smile on her lips, but he doubted that she was happy because he had watched in pain in those glimpses of those images. ‘Who cursed you?’ He wanted to ask, but he couldn’t speak. What the hell? “In life, both darkness and light are important. And you are both, son of light and darkness. You’re born to balance both. You have spent your all life in the dark, so you know how to handle it so that it won’t affect the light.” Selene spoke and looked at Liara, who was taking pictures with the staff members. “And she is the light in your dark life who will always show you the right path.”

Most of the time, I think they’re right. You described how darkness doesn’t last, but so far I have seen very little light. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to the darkness that I can’t even recognize the light anymore. Or that the light is too bright, and my eyes can't handle it? Or is that a bad metaphor? I am not very smart or able to write as well as you can. Thank you once again for your letter. I hope that someday you’ll be able to share your pain with someone. Your best friend will be there to listen when you are, I am sure.”