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"Por que en las epocas oscurasse escribe con tinta invisible?Why in the darkest agesdo they write with invisible ink?"
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"Nico remembered something Jason Grace had told him in the palace of Notus: Maybe it's time you come out of the shadows. If only I could, he thought. For the first time in his life, he had begun to fear the dark, because he might melt into it permanently."
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"I say there is no darkness but ignorance."
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"The tunnel is lit at long intervals, so in the dark space between each dim lamp, I fear that I am lost until a shoulder bumps mine. In the circles of light I am safe again."
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"I will see you again,' Hades promised. 'I will prepare a room for you at the palace in case you do not survive. Perhaps your chambers would look good decorated with the skulls of monks.' 'Now I can't tell if you're joking.' Hades's eyes glittered as his form began to fade. 'Then perhaps we are alike in some important ways.' The god vanished."
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"His words were almost soundless. 'I've gotten to a really dark place, Melly. The darkest place I've ever been.'You don't have to be there anymore, ' she told him gently. 'Don't you know what happens at the darkest point of the day?'He stroked her soft lower lip with the ball of one thumb. 'What?'She rubbed her fingers soothingly along his muscled forearms. 'A beautiful, brand - new day begins, and it's all fresh and full of promise.' She smiled into his gaze. 'That's why magic in the fairy tales happens at midnight, you know. When you reach that point, you have the power to change everything."
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"Is it not evident that the Canadas, as well as the other colonies, have been left in a great measure to grope their way as they could through the darkness which surrounds them, almost totally unaided by the parent state?"
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"It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself."
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"An increase in light gives an increase in darkness."
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"A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds."
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"Deep darkness enhances the brightness and beauty of a little lamp."
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"I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream."
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"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
Love
"It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all timetables."
Departure
"No one will retrieve my lost heartamidst so many roots, in the bitter freshnessof the sun multiplied by the fury of the water,there the shadow lives that does not travel with me."
Loss
"Las lágrimas que no se lloranesperan en pequeños lagos?O serán ríos invisiblesque corren hacia la tristeza?"
Tears
"Over your breasts of motionless current,over your legs of firmness and water,over the permanence and the prideof your naked hairI want to be, my love, now that the tears arethrowninto the raucous baskets where they accumulate,I want to be, my love, alone with a syllableof mangled silver, alone with a tip of your breast of snow."
Sensuality
"I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. and: No one can stop the river of your hands, your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. You are the trembling of time, which passes between the vertical light and the darkening sky. and: From the stormy archipelagoes I brought my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain, the habitual slowness of natural things: they made up my wild heart."
Passion
"While I'm writing, I'm far away;and when I come back, I've gone."
Writing
"Donde termina el arco iris,en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end,in your soul or on the horizon?"
Wonder
"I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallows,the pure and tiny waterof the small, fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen."
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