Thousand Splendid Suns Quotes Novels & Stories

I took a deep breathe making them stare at me and wait for my words to fall. “The sun and the moon, it represents our life.The sun rises and it's a new day, then it continued on shining. But sometimes...there are unexpected rains.But there's always a rainbow after.The sunset, it always reminds us that happy endings are possible, to remind us to stay alive. Then when time comes, the moon will show up, the moon represents the best people in your life, the ones who will give you light in your darkest hours. When the moon felt your okay, it will disappear and the sun will shine again, but the moon will always be there with you when you feel like you are alone.” They are still staring at me and I

said Zack. "Yea the sunset, isn't it amazing, the Sun it never gets tired of providing us with energy, and it never forgets to rise again" Ken's eyes shined bright. "You're right, we should be inspired by the Sun," said Zack looking at the sunset. Ken moved his eyes toward Zack and said "I think you already are". "Hmm, what was that about?" asked Zack still looking at the sunset. "Nah, it's nothing, don't take everything I say so seriously" Ken also started to look at the setting Sun.

They begun to muttered, “Oh, Almightly Sun, what was happening? Save us, oh, Almight Sun!” “Almighty Sun, stop this quake and help us cross this massive cracked!” “Almighty Sun, don't yeah forgot, we are your one and only believers! Stop this quake, quickly!” Yet it only make everything worse. The outside world was so sunny, and the light was poured through the part of this cave. As if solidified the land and to quake it as fast as it could be.

They weren't here for conquest; they were here for an audit. "I didn't play with a candle," I said, stepping forward until I was only inches from her. The gold light in my silver scar began to pulse in time with my heartbeat. "I put out a fire that was going to consume every living thing on this planet. If your sun-wells flickered, it was because the darkness they were feeding on was finally sealed."

From the silence. I don’t know how long I’ll last. But I swear this: If I ever get out… If I ever feel the sun again… I will never let him take it away from me.

It was there, plain as the sun in the sky, in the rigid line of his shoulders, hard as a city skyline; present in his shallow breaths, in the vein bursting in his temple. “I don’t either,” I said. “I wish I did, but I don’t.” The ice between us melted, and I burst through its remains, taking his warm hands in mine. I could see clearer, all of a sudden, as though the fog had faded and the sun had broken through the bloated clouds. Struck by a sudden sense of poetry, I murmured, “It’s like you’re the sun: full of light and warmth. You’re safe.” He huffed, but his smile broadened. “The sun is hot. Are you saying I’m hot, Cals?”

Spark yipped beside her, her golden fur ruffled, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared unity. Tess smiled, her hazel eyes glowing with love, her voice steady, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the clearing a mirror to the heat in her heart, the air thick with their shared unity, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “Forever,” she said, her shield pendant catching the sunlight, the sunlight dancing on her face, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared joy. Dawn pressed against her, her golden fur ruffled, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared unity.

For them, human was fated to die, be it from plagues or wars. “Oh, my sun! My powerful sun! Please show my baby the way back home!” Even though the old lady bathed in the sun until her skin cracked, the god would never hear her. Still, as she passed by, this time, Sierra put down a bottle. “Ma’am, at least drink a water-“ “No! No!” The old lady shushed her away, “The god of sun won’t like it if I drink and eat! This is the only way for him to hear my prayers!”

Kriss asked, narrowing his eyes. “She doesn’t want to think about our home where the clouds of misery had never seen more than mere glimpses of the Sun.” Ahlum informed coldly, not lifting her head from the ground. “We don’t know how it feels to hold the feeling of radiance after constant storms. Those words, ‘every sorrowful night holds a contentful morning’ doesn’t apply to us.” Juniper scoffed, hugging her sides with a sour face, not wanting to think about it.

"Repeat after me. My blood is your blood." "My blood is your blood," I whispered. "My soul is your soul." "My soul is your soul." "Until the moon falls from the sky and the sun turns to ash." "Until the moon falls from the sky and the sun turns to ash." We pressed our palms together and it feels like the world exploded. It wasn't just heat. It was a flash of light in my mind.