Quotes About Light Novels & Stories

For in the darkest of times, the light of hope would always shine brightest. As they stood before the luminous glow, its brilliance enveloping them in a warm embrace, Sarah's eyes widened with wonder. "Do you feel that, Alex?" she whispered, her voice tinged with awe. "It's like... it's like the light is alive." Alex nodded, his gaze fixed on the radiant glow. "I feel it too," he murmured, a sense of reverence in his tone. "It's like it's calling out to us, guiding us towards something greater."

It is the light of where I actually am, which is better than the light of anywhere I imagined. I read the message twice. I show it to Lucien. He reads it. He looks at the compound windows, the February evening coming in through the east facing glass with the specific quality of winter light that carries more warmth than the season usually allows. "The light of where I actually am," he says quietly. "Yes," I say. "That is what the record is for," he says. "Getting people to the light of where they actually are, rather than the light they imagined from the distance of carrying something alone."

“What kind of light are we talking about here?” Ava glared towards him; first of many that showed her true passion of what she was about to say. Making everyone want to hang onto what she was about to tell them. “Light of hope.” She glanced around with a shy smile. “Light of love, hope, and faith. Things that will put an end to this growing darkness and a guiding light for those that are lost.” “Where is God in all of this,” asked a female voice in many of the students.

"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.

"I told you I am just the ball of light. I can be anyone you want to be your ball of light in your real life." "So, are you saying that I want my Literature teacher to be my ball of light?" "No Noah, I am not saying that. It's all you" I heard him and the light started to fade away. "No, wait! I have more questions" I yelled but it was dark again. I opened my eyes and sat on my bed. Another dream. I sighed and made myself get out of bed. I could tell it was still night because if it was the morning I would have felt a burn in my eyes.

I had forgotten about the strange light that would appear between now and August, during certain phases of the moon. ‘The light of the God's,' Inanna whispered to me. ‘The light of the Gods,’ I repeated back to her. “The light of the gods!” I repeated out loud this time, jumping to my feet. “Of course how could I be so stupid!” I said to no one, cursing myself for my ignorance. I looked around frantically, not looking for anything but piecing it together. For a super smart girl, I could surely be dense. I ran my fingers through my hair. That’s what the message meant. The territory was in darkness now, and I cast my eyes towards the castle and could see the lights from the village surrounding

I kept debating whether I should stand and leave, but the stillness felt like it stretched on for a thousand years. Finally, she rose, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress with slow, practiced movements like someone who had done this a hundred times before. I hesitated for a beat, then pushed my chair back to stand. We stared into each other's eyes unmoving, unspeaking. Then, slowly, she leaned down, her breath brushing the side of my face as she whispered: "You never should've stepped foot in this house. Word of advice, girl not everything still shines when the lights go out."My mouth parted, but no words came out. She waited for a reply patient, expectant but what could I have possib

As if she were the only thing keeping the sky from falling. Maybe she was. The First Light shimmered, its voice pressing between them. She fears your absence. But absence is not always loss. “Don’t speak like you understand her,” Zara snapped at the flames. I understand choice, the First Light replied. It is the oldest thing in the world. Silence fell, thick enough to feel.

“What nonsense is this? The Light of Acme? Unlocking one’s potential? Where did you learn this nonsense, kid?” “Is that not the truth?” James returned the question. “Of course not,” The bird said. James asked, “In that case, what is the Light of Acme?” The bird extended its claws and scratched its chin. After some contemplation, it said, “The Light of Acme that you described does exist. The residual power of some dead Acmeans will transform into beams of light. However, the Light of Acme has no positive effects on any living being. In fact, the Light of Acme can also be called the Light of Death. Once contaminated by the light, a living being would die. That's because no known power can effe

“He dissipates in the morning!” An idea comes to me. What if... we produce a great light at night? What will happen? “FIRE!” Jane and I exclaim at the same time while looking at each other. Fire is the light that burns. This might be it.