Harry flung himself out from behind the bush and pulled out his wand." E X P E C T O PATRONUM! " he yelled. And out of the end of his wand burst, not a shapeless cloud of mist, but a blinding, dazzling, silver animal. He screwed up his eyes, trying to see what it was. It looked like a horse. It was galloping silently away from him, across the black surface of the lake. He saw it lower its head and charge at the swarming dementors. Now it was galloping around and around the black shapes on the ground, and the dementors were falling back, scattering, retreating into the darkness. They were gone. The Patronus turned. It was cantering back toward Harry across the still surface of the water. It wasn't a horse. It wasn't a unicorn, either. It was a stag. It was shining brightly as the moon above. . it was coming back to him. J.k. Rowling
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
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Unknown
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
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Pablo Neruda
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very...
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E.m. Forster
How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole
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C.g. Jung
I wonder if that's how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out. I don't want it to win.
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Jasmine Warga
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