Quotes About Shadow

He seemed to be dancing alone, Cressida a mere elemental shadow around him. How beautiful he looked.

Trust you?" Varencienne laughed coldly. "I would as soon trust a shadow on the wind.

No one can walk the way of light without casting a shadow.

Over the last ten years, when she could have been cultivating Varencienne's friendship, she had left her to her own devices. What an oversight not to realize the quiet little teenager would turn into a stubborn and independent woman. Varencienne had been a nobody here in Magrast, hidden in the shadow of her brothers. In Caradore, she'd found status and power, things that any Malagash craved, although Varencienne herself would be the last to admit it.

My rage scattered us. My rage at Valraven for always getting the better of me, for always meaning everything to everyone, for being the light that I could never be. That is the dark root of it. The rage fed on my terror of being a mere shadow to Valraven's sun. In denying this fear, I am still blind.

They were beautiful to behold, but that night, it seemed a dark shadow hung over him. Their movements were more languid, their eyes unfocused. They had the look of creatures hypnotised by a snake.

Before he entered its shadow, Ays glanced back at the cavern he was leaving. He moured the loss of light, but braced himself for another more difficult stage of the journey.

Now, I must have truly entered the soulscape, in body and mind, the place where all dreams, nightmares and desires live out their shadow life.

love's shadow is jealousy.

War and tooth enameled salted lemon childhoods All colors run, none of us solid Don't look for shadow behind me I carry it within I live cycles of light and darkness

The interpreter, however, is the shadow. The key is to be invisible. She is the only one in the room who hears the truth, a keeper of secrets.

Some people have an identity. I have an alibi. I have a shadow self.

There were some things I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about depression in public, I wanted to talk about being in the shadow of people I've dated and people I worked with publicly.

I won't be a substitute for what you cannot have. Especially not if it is my sister's shadow you mean to place me in.

beyond the earth and the shadowthe brightness of our love will stay alive

If you add the shadow of death to a moment of passion you are in that instant free of all normal ties, your mind grows still and your body enters a state of non-being.

Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fearis an orphaned part of usseeking joy, some disowned shadow wanting to returnto the lightand homeof ourselves.

Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.

We fear loneliness, Annie, but loneliness itself does not exist. It has no form. It is merely a shadow that falls over us. And just as shadows die when light changes, the sadness can depart once we see the truth. What's the truth? Annie asked. That the end of loneliness is when someone needs you. The old woman smiled. And the world is so full of need.

Talent is a piece of God's shadow. And under that shadow, human stories intersect.

The power of misery is its long shadow. It darkens everything within view.

This is how talents weave from generation to generation, how the shadow stretches, and how an artist born nearly a hundred years earlier begins to fill the soul of a child who shares his name.

Have you ever considered how many living things there are on earth? Cleo asked. People. Animals. Birds. Fish. Trees. It makes you wonder how anyone could feel lonely. Yet humans do. It's a shame. She looked at the sky, now a deep shade of purple. We fear loneliness, Annie, but loneliness itself does not exist. It has no form. It is merely a shadow that falls over us. And just as shadows die when light changes, that sad feeling can depart once we see the truth.

We fear loneliness, Annie, but loneliness itself does not exist. It has no form. It is merely a shadow that falls over us. And just as shadows die when light changes, that sad feeling can depart once we see the truth." "What's the truth?" Annie asked. "That the end of loneliness is when someone needs you." The old woman smiled. "And the world is so full of need." *