#dark

There is only one perpetrator of evil on the planet: human unconsciousness. That realization is true forgiveness. With forgiveness, your victim identity dissolves, and your true power emerges--the power of Presence. Instead of blaming the darkness, you bring in the light. ↗

— Eckhart Tolle

#evil #forgiveness #human-unconsciousness #light #power

In my mind, I said the best things to Elton. I wrote countless excellent notes that I never sent. I came up with clever and highly detailed imaginary situations in which we were thrown together and it somehow made him realize that life without me was a hollow shell. But he didn't look like a hollow shell. He looked like he was back on the soccer team, all calf muscles and lean body. ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#ya-fantasy #ya-paranormal #young-adult-dark-comedy #young-adult-fantasy #young-adult-paranormal

We’re all the same. We all have the means to save ourselves and carry ourselves home. ↗

— T.A. Miles

#deep #home #hope #inspirational #luka

In all cases love was a strong emotion, not easily contained once it was unleashed. I realized now that love was like a blossoming flower that continually added more and more petals. But there was no end point. There was no full bloom. It went on forever. Growing, strengthening. ↗

— Rachel Hawthorne

#love

What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one musn't make a virtue of it, or a profession...Insofar as I love life, I love [my country], but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#sci-fi #the-left-hand-of-darkness #life

Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late that we've wounded the people we are trying to protect. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love #people #protect #sad-truth #shots

How can you fall in love at first sight when you can't even see? ↗

— Melinda Cross

#cross #darkness #eyes #handicapped #lion

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from? ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#reckless #love

Where did the love come from? What was it made of? ↗