Quotes: Light Is Not Good
"I still remember your light / And it was streaming down / And burning out my eyes"
The dawn is your enemy
— [adult swim]'s sign-out bumper before the shift to Cartoon Network
I was deceived, deceived by the light.
"People associated darkness with evil and light with good. Explain to me, then, why history's worst monsters all sided with the light, fighting for the radiant Sun, while the shadows were burned."
— Unknown, possibly a proverb.
"In hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms"
: Aren't you afraid of losing light forever? Amane
: I am. But I'm more afraid of a world with nothing but light.
, "Eye of Fortune, Eye of Misfortune"
"Snuffing the light of a lantern without saying a small prayer is bad luck. Though its flame can only singe, its soul can repeatedly visit misery on one's house"
"I see the light... it burns!"
"They warned me Satan would be attractive."
"White witchcraft is the one most favoured because it is seen as the 'good' version of witchcraft but this is more a fallacy because people who take to 'white' witchcraft can often do more damage to themselves and others through their practices than those who practice 'black' witchcraft. This is because white witchcraft generally does not require an individual to ask permission or inform another that they are doing a spell on behalf/to another, even practicing hexing in order to do 'the greater good'. This is largely inappropriate morally and can do a lot of damage to those who find out this has happened."
not sad." - Radiant chided the lesser angel - "It is right. Every society must have its outcasts."
"In blackest day, in brightest night,
Beware your fears made into light."
"I don't fear what hides in the darkness. I fear what hides in the light."
"For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright/Who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
"Those who fear darkness have never seen what the light can do."
In my brightness I found contentment, and in my brightness my desire to rub my holiness in their faces grew. One foggy night, my seventh or so after being drowned, I flew up the river. I illuminated the streets, a paler, colder lamp than those lighting up the place, right in the procession to celebrate my righteous death.
Oh, their faces when they saw my light! They thought I was an angel, sent to congratulate that sinful maggot’s due death, to bless their hallowed night with heaven-sent radiance. Most of the clerics instantly broke in hymns and praise, except Father Trinellus, who was a bit more savvy than that, and eyed me with thinly veiled suspicion.