Quotes About Light Novels & Stories

“You’re a lucky one. Someone will make very good use of that fire one day.” Pelin shot upright, heat rushing to her face. “W-what does that even mean?” Pareia only winked, her hips swaying lazily as she turned away, swagging with deliberate irritation. “You will figure it out, I’m sure” she said light hearted.I cleared my throat and smiled as I gave Pelin a subtle side glance, “Ehmn, Light. The answer is light. A candle flies without wings. It cries and melts without having eyes. And wherever a candle goes, it brings light and eliminates the darkness.”

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

“Well, that’s new.” The painting portrayed a woman pointing a flashlight into a dark corner only to illuminate a man who was holding up his hand to shield himself from her. The poor dude looked as if he had an abundance of hair, long mane, shaggy beard and all. Or maybe it was a bear, not a man. I wasn’t sure. But he definitely didn’t want her looking at him. The quote next to the painting read: Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

You are being let down in the dark manhole, but you are given the required equipment to make sure you find your way out. The amazement on the eighth-graders’ faces is going to play itself out repeatedly afterwards, we know. I let off a smile. “Lux est imago veritatis,” I say. “Light is the image of truth.” Then I took off the cloth that had been tied around the grade eight's eyes and which was now hanging loosely around his neck. I folded it up and put it in the grade eighth’s other hand. "To remember that we're here to help each other. Now and in the future.” Then the boys hanging out the windows began to sing the school anthem. The sound of their voices made me get goosebumps

Fortunately for them they’d created the perfect tool. Light was a lot of things. It was what helped humans see, animals too. It was that which gave all things color. It was an existence that was controversial to being referred to as matter in a state most were taught growing up. But all that was unimportant. Now, Kilvic needed the light for one of its properties, and with light as pure as what the boys had made, there was no doubt it would have it in abounding quantity. Light bore heat.

And with each new hero's journey, the light grew stronger, casting its brilliance across the cosmos and inspiring generations to come. For the hero's light was not just a tale—it was a legacy that transcended time and space, forever etched into the very essence of existence. And it would continue to shine, forever inspiring those who dared to embrace their own extraordinary journey.

Their callousness is what devastates him. "Mr. Starver," Webber appealed, taking the opportunity to speak as Benjamin continued to watch the representative from Delphi with interest, "it may be of note that no matter how dark the night, the light of a lamp is not diminished. Howbeit, if the man who holds the lamp, in negotiating with the darkness, should choose to dim the light of his lamp, he has done the one thing which the darkness could never do. To compromise with evil is to empower the darkness which flees from this light which we hold. When trouble comes, it must shine ever brighter. Therefore, let us shed our light abroad that by it men may see."

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

I beg time to stop when I'm around you, cause I need more moments. I know I'm selfish but who doesn't want to smile? I have my happiest moments and I think of you, you're light. I'm sorry if I ever said you were the darkest thing I've seen. You're light, a torch, something that illuminates. Light that brightens even the darkest places, shine brighter than the shooting stars on your darkest night. Your daughter would be so proud of you, you'll do good by her, that, I can boldly tell you. So keep on doing what you're doing, you're on your way.

That night, across the world, every reflection in the Blackwood estate rippled once—harmless, unnoticed. Water. Glass. Polished steel. Each shimmered briefly before going still again. And from somewhere deep within the shadows of that stillness, my voice whispered to the world: “The light burns bright… until it learns to look at itself.”