#darkness

The Nelazan believed that there was beauty in darkness, and that the daylight was more profane. They saw the stars as the Thousand Eyes of Trell watching them. The sun was the single, jealous eye of Trell’s brother, Nalt. Since Nalt only had one eye, he made it blaze brightly to outshine his brother. The Nelazan, however, were not impressed, and preferred to worship the quiet Trell, who watched over them even when Nalt obscured the sky. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#religion #beauty

What am I doing here? The Southern Star has vanished, a Cataclyst is calling the moon out of time at the mythical Great Barrier, and you're asking what I'm doing here? Are you serious? ↗

— Kami Garcia

#sarcasm #beauty

I will love you until the day after forever-Beautiful Chaos ↗

— Kami Garcia Margaret Stohl

#beautiful-creatures #beautiful-darkness #beautiful-redemption #beauty

When you admire the light, remember to give the darkness its due as well, because without it, the beauty of the light will disappear! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

ما مِن سَواد أكثر مِن السَواد نفسه. ↗

— Atiq Rahimi

#dreams

I just... I understand you might want to start dating more seriously, and that means dating someone from town. But if you're going to do that..." This time he took a long drink of coffee, and the mug was still at his lips when he said, "I like Daniel. He takes care of you." I blinked. "Oh my God. Did you really just say that? He takes care of me?" Dad flushed. "I didn't mean it like-" "Takes care of me? Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?" I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt. "Ack! I can't go to school like this. Where's my corset? My bonnet? ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#humor #kelley-armstrong #the-gathering #dating

My music teacher offered twittering madrigals and something about how, in Italy, in Italy, the oranges hang on the tree. He treated me - the humiliation of it - as a soprano. These, by contrast, are the six elements of a Sacred Harp alto: rage, darkness, motherhood, earth, malice, and sex. Once you feel it, you can always do it. You know where to go for it, though it will cost you. ↗

— Mary Rose O'Reilley

#darkness #earth #evil #fasola #malice

Emily’s world fascinates and disturbs: in it you can touch thick Yorkshire speech, and moorland rain slants across your mind with a smell of mossy limestone and yet you are not at home, you might almost be in Gondal or Angria except the towers and the dungeons are of the spirit, the dungeons especially; and sometimes when Emily reads out in her low, almost guttural voice Charlotte wants to run but can’t think why or where she would run to. ↗

— Jude Morgan

#imagination #home

When darkness is at its darkest, a star shines the brightest. ↗

— Louise Philippe

#inspiration #stars #inspirational

That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56) ↗

— Chimnese Davids

#inspirational #light #poetry #inspirational