#darkness

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

I used to cover my windows in heavy curtains, never drawn. Now I danced in the sunlight on my hardwood floors. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#darkness #hardwood-floors #light #love #sadness

You're Giving me a...stick" MaryL to a very dangerious vampire ↗

— L.J. Smith

#humor #humor

ومـيـض بينما كان الظلام يسود عالمي .. ليل.. طريق مظلم.. إذا بوميض باهر يكاد يصيبني بالعمى .. إحتارت ظنونى عن ماهية هذا الوميض أهو نجم هبط من السماء؟ أم ملاك حارس جاء لإغاثتي . تبين لى بالأدلة الدامغة .. من موقع الحدث .. أنها الكشافات الأمامية لسيارة قلب أحدهم تنبهني أنها على وشك الاصطدام . ↗

— آيه فوزي

#lightning #love #love

What is it doing to me? Will the darkness consume me? ↗

— Melissa Marr

#leslie #struggle #love

Light is creation. Darkness is the space necessary to create. ↗

— Erica Jasmin Cartaya

#darkness-and-light #energy #enlightenment #god #growth

Pausing in front of her, her mother brushed the hair back from her face and smiled sweetly at her before she kissed her brow. "You've changed much, my little treasure." A stinging wave of grief consumed her as she heard her mother's blessed voice again. Tears welled in her eyes. "I've missed you, Mama." -Seren and her mother, in a dream. ↗

— Kinley MacGregor

#seren #sword-of-darkness #change

Clusters of bats hung like bunches of withered grapes from the roof and when, from time to time, either Kerim's head or Bond's brushed against them, they exploded twittering into the darkness. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#darkness #tunnel #love

I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark though the witches are all hung, and Christianity and candles have been introduced. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#darkness #withces #men

You're not like other Wasps." "Aren't I?" Aagen smiled, but it was a painful smile. "No doubt you've killed my kinsmen by the score." "A few," Salma allowed. "Well, next time you shed my kinden's blood, think on this: we are but men, no less nor more than other men, and we strive and feel joy and fail as men have always done. We live in the darkness that is the birthright of us all, that of hurt and ignorance, only sometimes... sometimes there comes the sun." He let the bowl fall from his fingers to the floor, watching it spin and settle, unbroken. ↗

— Adrian Tchaikovsky

#aagen-s-joy #birthright #darkness #grief-in-chains #here-comes-the-sun