Quotes About Shadow

In this world everything changes except good deeds and bad deeds; these follow you as the shadow follows the body.

Those last nights in Paris, walking home with her father at midnight, the huge book clasped against her chest, Marie-Laure thinks she can sense a shiver beneath the air, in the pauses between the chirring of the insects, like the spider cracks of ice when too much weight is set upon it. As if all this time the city has been no more than a scale model built by her father and the shadow of a great hand has fallen over it.

The quiet is fretful, unnatural. It's what a mouse must feel as it steps from its hole and into the open blades of a meadow, never knowing what shadow might come cruising above.

The city, thinks Marie-Laure, is slowly being remade into the model upstairs. Streets sucked empty one by one. Each time she steps outside, she becomes aware of all the windows above her. The quiet is fretful, unnatural. It's what a mouse must feel, she thinks, as it steps from its hole into the open blades of a meadow, never knowing what shadow might come cruising above.

To be free is not to live in no place and at no time but to live in one place as in the shadow of all places, and to live in one time as in the morning twilight of eternity.

you choose to stand too close to the sun you can't complain when you become nothing more than a silhouette.

I am keenly aware of how many people the Six of Crows stories' brought into the Grishaverse, and to me, the story of the Crows, of Kaz and his crew, provides a very different kind of story and point of view, than Shadow and Bone' and Alina's story.

The existence of slavery cast the shadow of hypocrisy over the otherwise noble proclamation of the rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness in our Declaration of Independence.

The greens are so fast I have to hold my putter over the ball and hit it with the shadow.

I am not the flag: not at all. I am but its shadow.

There is no budget for travel for a Shadow Foreign Secretary.

I know!' Father Consett said. 'You're a beautiful woman. Some men would say it was a lucky fellow that lived with you. I don't ignore the fact in my cogitation. He'd imagine all sorts of delights to lurk in the shadow of your beautiful hair. And they wouldn't.' Sylvia brought her gaze down from the ceiling and fixed her brown eyes for a moment on the priest, speculatively.

My countrymen, we hold a rich deposit in trust for ourselves and for all our brethren of mankind. It is the fire of liberty. If it becomes extinguished, our darkened land will cast a mournful shadow over the nations. If it lives, its blaze will enlighten and gladden the whole earth.

Jessica, hearing the voices, felt the depth of the experience, realized what terrible inhibitions there must be against shedding tears. She focused on the words: "He gives moisture to the dead." It was a gift to the shadow world—tears. They would be sacred beyond a doubt.

The old woman was a witch shadow—hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded 'round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.

He felt that his mentat faculties had been dulled, let out a long, shuddering breath. A psychic shadow passed over him. In the emotional darkness of it, he felt himself waiting for some absolute sound—the snap of a branch in a jungle.

Tedbirler al, ama onlar?n gölgesinde yaÅŸama.

Do we not live in the shadow of the most dangerous creation the universe has ever seen? Dangerous creation… Their own mother refuses to live on the same planet with them!

Thee old woman was a witch shadow--hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded 'round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.

Starlight displaced just enough of the night to charge each shadow with menace.

my life I love it in the dark under the water of my shadow music my form and substance lonely and blue as ever — Frank Stanford, The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You (Lost Roads Publishers, 2000)

Unutamayaca??m bir doÄŸa olay?yd? yüzün istasyonda Milena: bulutlardan deÄŸil, kendiliÄŸinden gölgelenen bir güneÅŸtin sanki.

An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.

Within two hours of where I live, you have mountains and desert as location. I like the natural elements that abstract into light, texture, shape and shadow.