Quotes About Darkness Novels & Stories

And as long as there are those willing to share their light, the darkness will never truly win. TP BE CONTINUED

“You’re trying to cage the darkness, keep it separate from yourself. That’s exhausting. Eventually, you’ll get tired of fighting, and it will consume you anyway.” “That’s not an answer. That’s you projecting your weakness onto me.” “Is it?” Lucien laughed. “Tell me, Guardian. Have you noticed how the darkness helps you? How it gives you insights? Makes you stronger?” I didn’t answer, but my silence was answer enough.

I initiated to make our conversation longer. "Really? But other people loves light more. Darkness feels like danger, how can you feel safe with it?" I heard a hint of confusion in his tone. I know. It's also strange. "Of all the things in this world, darkness is the only one who won't leave us. They hide when we needed light more. But when light gets tired, it remains blinding us from things we shouldn't see. The one we don't like but is always with us," I said, suddenly remembering how darkness has comforted me in my whole life alone.

he finishes, he smiled broadly because to a certain extent he is right, he is not stupid but in everything else he has been wrong, but he does not have to know it “Well you're right about something... you're not as stupid as I always thought...” Claus starts laughing and comments “Although maybe yes, because coming to see you, knowing everything you know and still doing it alone, is suicidal, don't you think, Griff?...” The aforementioned smiles and shakes his head. “I know Dark and I know he won't do anything to me unless I provoke him…” Claus cuts him off

Because if he had, then it meant someone, at last, had glimpsed the truth of me. The other one cleared his throat softly, breaking the tension. His tone was lighter, but careful. “Madam,” he said, almost conversationally, “complete darkness can be beautiful too.” I blinked at him, surprised. My voice came out quieter than I intended. “How so?” He gave a small, almost rueful smile. “It is said that without the dark, we can’t see the stars.” The answer was simple. But something in it tugged at me. The faintest smile ghosted my lips, bitter but genuine for a heartbeat. “I’m afraid there’s nothing else left to see for me in this world.”

“The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.” The Dain I had slowly become used to, the one whose hand squeezed my hip, he was tucked away. Alexandria Russo gave no reaction other than a coy smile, “Hard not to traffic in darkness when the largest underground nightclub in the world rests in your hands. Though, I suppose trafficking in darkness is better than becoming a part of it, wouldn’t you agree, my king?” “Oh, I don’t know.” He mused; his voice dangerously calm. “People think the dark will protect them and all their little secrets. It’s true, of course, but once you become one with the darkness, you can see right through it.”

Ernest said. Don looked up. He turned to a page. He read: "The darkness was not the absence of light. It was the presence of something else. The presence of the stars, the presence of the aurora, the presence of the snow reflecting what little light there was. The darkness held things. The light was what revealed them." He closed the book. "That is the same writer as the essays," Ernest said. "Yes. She has a consistent way of thinking about the dark. Not as lacking. As a presence."

"You were chosen by virtue of your rare power and immaculateness of heart. The prophecy talks of an incredible darkness seeking to expend the world, a darkness that can be crushed by the combined quality of love and solidarity." Marcus leaned forward, his expression serious. "But what is this darkness? How can we stop it?" The ancient lady murmured, her eyes filled with distress. "The darkness is an old vicious, one that has been sneaking within the shadows for centuries. It looks to degenerate and crush, the bonds that hold our world together. It is cunning and merciless, and it'll halt at nothing to realize its objective." Clara felt a chill run down her spine. "How do we fight something l

Lucas noticed the change of his emotions and asked in a low voice, "Remembered something?" "Lucas, we should leave this matter here. If we dig the past, a lot of things will show up. Not all the memories are so happy-go-lucky. There is a lot of darkness." Albert didn't want to talk about this. The way of being a mafia member and those tasks and training were never forgettable. That was the worst memory in his life. He never came into this life willingly. He was forced to save DEINZ. He was forced by Lucas.