Thousand Splendid Suns Quotes Novels & Stories

Musa was engrossed in her while she was deeply engrossed in other thoughts . Musa broke the silence and started to recite a poem "Just like every day the sun dies for the moon,for the moon to live it's important for the sun to die, Just like that, you are important to me! Kiara continued the poem lost in her thoughts ,,"Look at the moon, how beautiful it is, He has scars but still he is the pride of the sky!" Musa said further holding her tightly In his embrace ,"The moon light is important for the moon,

“Try harder.” He nodded. “I will. But hear something you do not want.” “Speak.” “The Sun is not merely light. It is forgetting. When it descends upon a thing it means to keep—” He exhaled. “It burns the shadows out of memory.” My heart did a slow, unhelpful thing. “No.” “I’ve seen it in scraps. Old wars. Stolen priestesses. They come back speaking a name that isn’t theirs. Or not at all.”

"And I will not be afraid of your scars." "I know sometimes it's still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know; whether it's the day you burn more brilliant than the sun or the night you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I will love you when you are still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane."

We talked for hours then Sam drove us all to the shore where we watched our first sunrise, my life had changed from loneliness to to a life filled with love and happiness. Sunrise painted the sky, as the horizon ignited, we stood transfixed, our eyes witnessing the impossible for our kind. Centuries of darkness, shattered by Dr. Brooks's revolutionary serum, Solaris. Raven's hand held tight in mine, our gaze locked on the rising sun. Aurora's eyes filled with tears, her smile radiant. Brent and Lyra shared a soft glance, their faces bathed in golden light. Kie and Lucas watched with smiles. My voice deep and low voice resonated, "We've lived in shadows for centuries. Now, we behold the dawn.

Kings and queens, Lads and lassies, Gardens and homes, Filled with laughter; They are all luminous, Wonderful, remarkable. Oh, oh, oh, oh… Ah,ah, wonderful, remarkable. “This was Thundi's favourite especially when he was in a good mood which however was short lived most times. “Thundi expected another meal in the evening but to his disappointment but not surprise none came. As he stared sadly into the sky that night, watching the shimmering stars, tears unprecedented welled up in his eyes. 'I wish I had stayed back in my home, in the animistic realm or migrated to one of these celestial bodies, the sun or the moon where no suffering exists. My counterparts there know no suffering, only joy…

The melody was full of hope and inspiration, and the rhythm fit in surprisingly well with the words of the poem. “In the stillness of the night, In the distance, there’s a light. The horizon’s brightly shining Its luminous glow blinding Why's the sun shining so bright? Because it is with all its might, Trying to conceal Del Cealus from us, But I’ll soon be there to set the people free As long as the sunlight never dims. I will now sail through the sky; Soon Del Cealus shall be found And be brought down from up high I’m taking along with me

Despite that…despite all that… Can’t I stay with him? Am I…so spiteful that merely wishing for him to be with me deserves a lifetime torture and regrets? Was it so wrong to harbor such feelings deep deep down in my soul.. that the punishment requires his life? The clouds are dark. But someone still has the sense to pinned the sun in the sky. As if mocking the people who are afraid of light that the sun will never cease from shedding light in this dark barren world. That no matter how much we wish for tomorrow to never come, the sun will still rise. Prayers, dreams, wishes, offerings, just to get the time to stop from ticking… are deemed useless by this unforgiving small ball of fire.

I didn't ask for a selfie at once. "Please let me have this camera", I just deleted those images in the thought of regaining them later from the trash bin. He said, "I'm just adjoining you at this moment as it's gonna be the last trip with you". I interrupted him in between saying, " What's sun mean to you?","A reflection which never meant to keep us in ourselves. A way to find out what's the best route for us. A sense which made every sense into work…!"

Beatrice speaks, her words slicing quiet like metal through fog. My eyelids stay shut. That sound - it isn’t soft or faint. I say so, shaky. Loud enough to know it means something “What does it say?” I let the warmth of the memory fill my words, making them seem otherworldly. “It says… ‘She stands in the sun, and she is not afraid of the shadows. She makes the shadows seem… quiet.’” That wasn’t his words. Yet my skin knew it, in the quiet times. Real enough - just not what she searches for.

he added as he tries to shrug the words he just said. “That the only two creatures in this world who can’t see each other is King Sun and the Priestess Moon” she said “Then fate played her role, and give this gift to us” she added as if the joke tends to hurt her more. They both laugh. “I will always send the wind to be with you, Luan.” “I will always ask the sea to sing for you, Aelius.”