A Quote by George R. R. Martin

The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow. — © George R. R. Martin
The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins. It always wins because it is everywhere. It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire; it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets on your bed. Walk in the midday sun, and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet. The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.
Since a three-dimensional object casts a two-dimensional shadow, we should be able to imagine the unknown four-dimensional object whose shadow we are. I for my part am fascinated by the search for a one-dimensional object that casts no shadow at all.
The ordinary man casts a shadow in a way we do not quite understand. The man of genius casts light.
Every sun casts a shadow, and genius's shadow is Resistance.
Race prejudice is not only a shadow over the colored it is a shadow over all of us, and the shadow is darkest over those who feel it least and allow its evil effects to go on.
There is a belief that there is a hyperobject called Overmind, or God, that casts a shadow into time. History is our group experience if this shadow. As one draws closer and closer to the source of the shadow, the paradoxes intensify, the rate of change intensifies. What is happening is that the hyperobject is beginning to ingress into three-dimensional space.
You see, to find the brightest wisdom one must pass through the darkest zones. And through the darkest zones there can be no guide. No guide, that is, but courage
On my darkest days, I wear my brightest colors.
It is in the darkest night that the light we are shines brightest
The darkest nights produce the brightest stars.
In the darkest place, shed the brightest light.
The shadows are only the darkest when the light is at its brightest.
The brightest thunder-bolt is elicited from the darkest storm.
All material in nature, the mountains and the streams and the air and we, are made of Light which has been spent, and this crumpled mass called material casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.
Everything that is,casts a shadow
I sense Light as the giver of all presences, and material as spent Light. What is made by Light casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.
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