#darkness

Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#always #darkness #dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes

When darkness falls and eyes stay shut A chain of voices opens up. Let wax not wane give breath to death. p.s. Shhh" -Yvonne Woon(Dead Beautiful) ↗

— Yvonne Woon

#death #eyes #beauty

What makes a hero? Courage, strength, morality, withstanding adversity? Are these the traits that truly show and create a hero? Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice versa? Is the soul a source of hope or despair? Who are these so called heroes and where do they come from? Are their origins in obscurity or in plain sight? ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#darkness #despair #fall #heroes #hope

Numb the dark and you numb the light. ↗

— Brené Brown

#fear #feelings #joy #light #numbness

Many have stood their ground and faced the darkness when it comes for them. Fewer come for the darkness and force it to face them. ↗

— Eliezer Yudkowsky

#courage #darkness-and-light #good-and-evil #goodness #inspiration

Things may need to stay in the darkness for some time. There is power in darkness: the power of gestation, deep dreaming, and the sweetness of night. However, sometimes darkness obscures our vision, making it difficult to see some of our very important parts. And sometimes darkness is a messy closet into which we shove things we can't quite get rid of, but don't know how to use anymore. ↗

— T. Thorn Coyle

#personal-development #personal-growth #self-awareness #dreams

If we never experience the chill of a dark winter, it is very unlikely that we will ever cherish the warmth of a bright summer’s day. Nothing stimulates our appetite for the simple joys of life more than the starvation caused by sadness or desperation. In order to complete our amazing life journey successfully, it is vital that we turn each and every dark tear into a pearl of wisdom, and find the blessing in every curse. ↗

— Anthon St. Maarten

#blessing #blessings #blessings-in-disguise #curse #dark-night-of-the-soul

It would still be a long way until she was completely free, but the door had been cracked open and a smidgen of hope broke through the darkness. ↗

— J.E.B. Spredemann

#depression #freedom #hope #freedom

How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? 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 mustn't make a virtue of it, or a profession... Insofar as I love life, I love the hills of the Domain of Estre, 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

And again, the dark street. The dark, dark street. The women out shopping for the evening meal of course, and baby carriage and the silver bicycle were already painted out by the darkness; most of the commuters too were already in place in their filing-drawer houses. A half-forsaken chasm of time .... ↗

— Kōbō Abe

#darkness #forsaken #life #life