Quotes About Shadow

Our Shadow Will Be a bad Dream For others when we Not come in Peace.

have little to offer in this time when nothing lasts, only that desire to which you come as to a well. Even the language tells it: to satisfy and sadness rooted on one stock, the faithful breathing back towards shadow of everything that once bent to the sun. And still, the long slanting days pull us in, the warmth, the pitch of the hills, and everything in us wants to give over again— Only a little further, a hand's extending, a single word; the mirage, beautiful, beckons us on.

THIS RIPENESS Thin roads splice field to field in the early light; under the trees, many pears lie opening to the ground. This ripeness is the landscape I want, a hand on the kitchen table passing from sunlight to shadow, warm wood to cool, and back, behind me the bright jars ranked on their shelves—harvest of rutted lanes, too small for naming, that lead, one to another, through the day.

The godwits vanish towards another summer. Everywhere in light and calm the murmuring Shadow of departure; distance looks our way; And none knows where he will lie down at night.

I think it is the removal of the sun's influence that has made us mad; the sun is blocked that used years ago to scrape the unreal shadow from our brain. So I always make a field, and I plant sunflowers, and their shadows move gently in the snow, and I pick up the pieces of dull stones that once were thoughts in precipitate flight in a friction of fire, like shooting stars in the sky.

Do not wander in the deeps, Where the Shriker's shadow creeps. When he rises from beneath, Beware the Sharpness of his teeth.

Bad leadership during the past years has cast on our Party the shadow of great and grave burdens.

Gossip about a person and his shadow will appear.

I'm not courageous. In fact, when I shadow box I wear boxing gloves that are outfitted with flashlights.

makes these thoughts rise from primeval depths. You find yourself fearing what countless ancestors feared before you, ever since the first ambiguous shadow was cast upon a cave mouth's wall. The

your homecoming will be my homecoming?- my selves go with you, only i remain; a shadow phantom effigy or seeming (an almost someone alway who's noone) a noone who,till their and your returning, spends the forever of his loneliness dreaming their eyes have opened to your morning feeling their stars have risen through your skies...

The Shadow had no imagination. He neither looked at naked women nor thought of ridding the world of dictators like Hitler or Mussolini.

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 much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

Listen. This is the noise of myth. It makes the same sound as shadow. Can you hear it?

The pain-body, which is the dark shadow cast by the ego, is actually afraid of the light of your consciousness. It is afraid of being found out. Its survival depends on your unconscious identification with it, as well as on your unconscious fear of facing the pain that lives in you. But if you don't face it, if you don't bring the light of your consciousness into the pain, you will be forced to relive it again and again.

The light of the October afternoon lay on an old high-roofed house which enclosed in its long expanse of brick and yellowish stone the breadth of a grassy court filled with the shadow and sound of limes.

It's more real to me here than if I went up, he suddenly heard himself say; and the fear lest that last shadow of reality should lose its edge kept him rooted to his seat as the minutes succeeded each other.

You're doing it, just for the sake of a chance to spend more money than you need to and for an independence that is only another word for uselessness. You're swapping the substance for the shadow.

All night I see that abandonment is me, that the sole sobbing voice is me. We can search with lanterns, cross the shadow's lie. We can feel the heart thud in the thigh and water subside in the archaic site of the heart. All night I ask you why. All night you tell me no .

Dusk" The shadow covers the outer petals The wind makes off with the final gestures of leaves The foreign, now twice-silenced sea inside a summer pitied for its lights A longing from here A memory from there

Tendré tiempo para hacerme una máscara cuando emerja de la sombra?

Dónde dejar mis ojos, cuándo augurarles una estación amable. Quiero decir: lo que muero cada noche, mis huesos torcidos por abrazar una sombra.

The thing (as one) no longer throws its shadow upon another thing; instead, it throws its shadow upon itself, thus becoming, at the same time, the thing and its shadow. When the sun is at its zenith, things are not simply exposed ("naked", as it were); they are, so to speak, dressed in their own shadows.

Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.