Quotes About Shadow

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.

Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

We three, We're not alone, We're not even company— My echo, My shadow, And me…

We three, We're not a crowd; We're not even company— My echo, My shadow, And me… I

Fear has a large shadow, but he himself is small.

How difficult it is to see The things we love With all this shadow round us, This brief time we're here.

The way to extinguish a shadow is to increase the light.

I love you, Theresa," he whispers gently. "I love you, too," she replies. "But I'm afraid the love I have for you is only an illusion, Graham, nothing more than a digital shadow of what the real Theresa used to feel." Suddenly

Because he thinks he is a thief! Jethro cried. He thinks he stole what he is. He's fighting his own shadow and his own heart.

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it's noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.

I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.

Human understanding is fallible, and we see through a glass, darkly. Any religion is a shadow of God. But the shadows of God are not God.

The cemetery has ... an inscription: 'Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will Fear No Evil, For Thou Art With Me.' Yes, it does feel deceptively safer with two; but Thou is a slippery character. Every Thou I've known has had a way of going missing.

Here is a handful of shadow I have brought back to you: this decay, this hope, this mouth- ful of dirt, this poetry.

This is how it starts, among the closed circles of the marooned, the shipwrecked, the besieged: jealousy, dissention, a breach in the groupthink walls. Then the entry of the foe, the murderer, the shadow slipping in through the door we forgot to lock because we were distracted by our darker selves: nursing our minor hatreds, indulging our petty resentments, yelling at one another, tossing the crockery.

A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee. Ah, Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be! —ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, Maud, 1855.

The cicadas pierce the air with their searing one-note calls; dust eddies across the roads; from the weedy patches at the verges, grasshoppers whir. The leaves of the maples hang from their branches like limp gloves; on the sidewalk my shadow crackles.

I beliebe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.

There was always that shadowy twin, thin when i was fat, fat when i was thin, myself in silvery narrative...

You didn't need it anyway, it attracted too much attention. Better with only a shadow. Someone wants your shadow.

But who can remember pain, once it's over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.

I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.

But who can remember pain, once its over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.