#darkness

The fear of burglars is not only the fear of being robbed, but also the fear of a sudden and unexpected clutch out of the darkness. ↗

— Elias Canetti

#being #burglars #clutch #darkness #fear

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

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

— Melinda Cross

#cross #darkness #eyes #handicapped #lion

Ash held one finger up. "OK. Now listen-" Mary-Lynnette kicked him in the shins. She knew it was inapporopriate, she knew it was uncalled-for, but she couldn't stop herself. She just had to. "Oh, for God's sake," Ash said, hopping backward. "Are you crazy? ↗

— L.J. Smith

#daughters-of-darkness #mary-lynnette #soulmates #soulmates

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#darkness #death-and-dying #sorrow #soul #warfare

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. ↗

— Carl Jung

#darkness #enlightenment #light #imagination

I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark. ↗

— Munia Khan

#darkness #shadow #love

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

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