“I naturally believe there will be a future, but I do not waste my time imagining its radiant beauty. ... It seems to me that we ought to think first about the present. Even if the present is desperately dark, I do not wish to leave it. Will tomorrow be free from darkness? We'll talk about that tomorrow.” IfsThinkingFirstsBelieveSeemsWishDarkDarknessOughtTomorrowFutureWasteMy TimeRadiantWasting My TimeRadiant Beauty Author:Lu Xun
“Darkness coiled between what he wanted them to believe and the self he despised. It only made him more alone. How could you save someone when he didn't let you kno him? What a waste. The beauty he murdered in this place. He could never see what he had, only what he failed to achieve.” BelieveMadeSelfWantedDarknessAchieveWasteDespised Author:Janet Fitch
“Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.” BornDarkDarknessAirFlowerBearsWasteOceanDesertGrayRaysUnseenSweetnessCavesSereneGems Author:Thomas Gray
“Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as though there were no knowing where the waste of darkness ended and the ashes of light began. The low clouds seemed full of grief -- tense and uneasy with accumulated woe -- and yet affectless, unable to rain, as if the air clenched itself too hard for tears. And through the dawn, Atiaran and Covenant moved heavily, unevenly, like pieces of a broken lament.” IfsHardLightNightGriefDarknessKnowingPiecesAirTearsBrokenWasteLowsRainMovedCloudsWanderDawnTransitionAshesWoeTenseCovenantUneasyLamentStunnedOvercastWandering Aimlessly Book:Lord Foul's Bane Source: Lord Foul's Bane
“Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it?” MenWayHumansMayHas BeensSoulHelpingLawLostSocialMoralDarknessSeaGoes OnWasteOceanPrisonMiseryDepthCastsJailCorpsesHuman SoulProgressionHuman SocietyReviveUnfathomableRemorselessPrison System Book:Les Misérables Source: Les Misérables