Quotes About Shadow

Like their personal lives, women's history is fragmented, interrupted; a shadow history of human beings whose existence has been shaped by the efforts and the demands of others.

My first black-on-black picture was 'The Portrait of an Artist as a Shadow of His Former Self.' I started using it as an emblem of this undercurrent of wickedness, malevolence, and irony - all of that.

I won't say I've never felt in Alex Salmond's shadow, but latterly, when Alex was leader, I didn't. It's more about my awareness of the fact I became First Minister during a parliamentary term. That means you're First Minister, but you haven't been elected in your own right as First Minister.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind A shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind The gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

And all times are one time, and all those dead in the past never lived before our definition gives them life, and out of the shadow their eyes implore us. That is what all of us historical researchers believe. And we love truth.

In quel momento un'ombra di malinconia le passò sul volto. O ce lo stiamo inventando? Non riusciamo a capire - questo è certo - com'è che questi due esseri non abbiano potuto incontrarsi. Ma il lettore voglia credere, con noi, che un'ombra di malinconia passò davvero per un attimo sul volto di Elsbeth.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

Like a black shadow a priest stole across the square. Above him the cross on the church glowed like a live cinder, flashing its reflection along the purple-slated roof from the eaves of which a cloud of ash-gray pigeons drifted into the gutter below.

Soñé que Baudelaire hacía el amor con una sombra en una habitación donde se había cometido un crimen. Pero a Baudelaire no le importaba. Siempre es lo mismo, decía

Our own ambitions and tasks that we set for ourselves, the framework we attempt to impose upon the world, is no more than a shadow of a tree cast across the snow. It will change as the sun moves, be swallowed in the night, sway with the wind, and when the smooth snow vanishes, it will lie distorted upon the uneven earth. But the tree continues to be. Do you understand that?

Our own ambitions and tasks that we set for ourselves, the framework we attempt to impose upon the world, is no more than a shadow of a tree cast across the snow. It will change as the sun moves, be swallowed in the night, sway with the wind, and when the smooth snow vanishes, it will lie distorted upon the uneven earth. But the tree continues to be.

Et vif comme la pensée, il m'échappa, dévalant la pente comme l'ombre d'un nuage quand le vent souffle

was tucked into his dark blue trousers. He was small for his age, a lean and supple youth. Wind and sun had weathered the boy's face. The warm color of his skin, his white teeth and dark eyes, the dark trousers merging into the darkness of the corridor behind him: it was all a chance composition of perfect light and shadow.

There is no evil in the darkness, it's just an absence of light.

I am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life...

But faith was always there for him, whether in sun or in shadow. Faith was at her best in darkness. Then, faith shone.

I've had to think about the dark shadow side of friendship. This is the person who knows and loves you best, which means she knows all the ways to hurt and betray you.

It was a dark shadow figure, six-foot tall, yet I could see through it, and it was bending over one of the bagged bodies.

You live and die in the batting of my eyes. You cast a wavering shadow over the snow for a day. I cast my shadow over empires across eons. - Orm Hinn Langi the Dragon

he stood behind her, tall and pale, like the ghost of his former self…

There are many Beth's in the world, who and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully, that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.

There are many Beth's in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in the corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.

Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow.

Her heart sunk within her, for the shadow of his presence seemed to fall darkly over all her future.