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Lanterns Quotes

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Colleen Houck
“In my experience,鈥� the lantern began, his voice soft, 鈥減laces like the oceans or the heavens, an undiscovered forest, a great underground chasm, or the mystery of a woman鈥檚 heart and mind are not the end of a journey, but a beginning. Do not let fear of the unknown prevent you from discovery, vampire; otherwise the story of your life will be a dull tale indeed.”
Colleen Houck, The Lantern's Ember

Elizabeth Acevedo
“I only know that learning to believe in the power of my own words has been the most freeing experience of my life.
It has brought me the most light.
And isn't that what a poem is?
A lantern glowing in the dark.”
Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X

Heather Heffner
“The lanterns filled the sky, pulsing with the harmonious light of fireflies, and a great host of ghosts departed from the earth to join them. The higher they rose into the zenith of the heavens, the further night was chased back, until a great and radiant being resumed its throne in the sky.”
Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger

Gene Wolfe
“Where was he now, old Patera Pike? Where did he sleep, and did he sleep well there at last? Or did he wake as he always had, stirring in the long bedroom next to Silk's own, his old bed creaking, creaking? Praying at midnight or past midnight, at shadeup with the skylands fading, praying as Viron extinguished its bonfires and its lanterns, its many-branched candelabras, praying as they were forfeited to the revealed sun. Praying as day's uncertain shadows reappeared and resumed their accustomed places, as the morning glories flared and the long, white trumpets of the night silently folded themselves upon themselves.”
Gene Wolfe, Nightside the Long Sun

Luigi Pirandello
“This sense we have of life is like a lantern, which each of us carries within himself. Now, this lantern, with its faint light, reveals to us that we are lost, astray on the face of the earth. Showing us the good and the evil on every hand. Why not? Out lanterns cast about us a greater or lesser area of light, beyond which all is blank darkness. Now, this fearful gloom would not exist were our lanterns not there to make us conscious of it, though, we must believe it is a real darkness, so long as our lights are aglow within us. Well now, imagine that our lamps are blown out. This fictitious darkness will engulf us entirely, will it not? After our cloudy day of illusion, perpetual night. But is it really perpetual night, or is it really that we have fallen into the arms of essence, which has broken down the insubstantial form of our reason?”
Luigi Pirandello

Liz Braswell
“Tonight, according to her astronomy notebook (#4 of her notebooks, which were even rarer and harder to come by than actual books, according to Gothel), the moon would be new, meaning not there at all; the sky would be black but for the stars. And in a few days the floating lights would appear.
They came at the same time every year. Even when it was cloudy, Rapunzel could see the telltale pinprick glows of their presence, gold and pink against the clouds. Which meant they were of the earth; below the moon and stars. How far up the lights floated she could never tell; they drifted into indifference when her eyes could no longer make them out against their sparkling stellar counterparts. Whether they were a natural phenomenon like rain (that went the wrong way) or some sort of magma or volcanic spew (Book #8: Naturalis Historia by Pliny the Elder, Complete with Letters and Notes by Pliny the Younger-- including, of course, the Elder's death by volcano), or something else entirely (pixies? Titans?), Rapunzel had no idea. She only knew that they came every year on what she had decided was her birthday.
This year she would go see what they were. Herself.”
Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine

Liz Braswell
“She pulled out her journal. "The lights-- I mean, lanterns-- always appear a month and eight days before the summer solstice," she said, checking her figures and drawings for the thousandth time.
"May twelfth. Yeah," Flynn said.”
Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine

Ryan Andrews
“I figure the only way we can make it back to the river and our lanterns is if we're a team. Maybe you'd rather be with the other guys from class, or, I don't know, maybe just by yourself鈥攂ut for now鈥攊t's you and me.”
Ryan Andrews, This Was Our Pact