Quotes About Shadow

The hours dragged by and the black shadow of calamity brooded over the town, obscuring the hot sun until people looked up startled into the sky as if incredulous that it was clear and blue instead of murky and heavy with scudding clouds.

And he was forever hers. No matter whom he loved, or was loved by, the shadow of her always remained.

I left them all and walked briskly towards the aeroplane not looking back, looking only at my shadow before me, a dancing dwarf on the tarmac (122).

her fire was roaring, her silhouette raising showers of orange sparks with a hammer made of shadow.

A painting walks into the room supported by the collector. It is the painting of a nude by a contemporary artist. She is scarred by shadows from venetian blinds. "The ritual scarification of light and shadow," I say. But am thinking, silently, the female nude is the self-ironization of the male. She, in his shadow, by design.

It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

My father sighed, hiding behind the sad smile that followed him like a shadow all through his life.

well, this is a story about books.' 'About books?' 'About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

cause me physical pain. I was burning inside. Nothing and nobody could ease the pain. I became a gray figure in the corridors. My shadow merged with the walls. Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves.

Había permanecido en la sombra, esperando, sin prisa, a que alguna fuerza lo trajese de nuevo al mundo de los vivos. Y nada tiene tanta fuerza como una promesa...

This is a story about books. ... About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a sory of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

Well, this is a story about books." "About books?" "About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

the end of 1935, news reached Monsieur Roquefort that a new novel by Julián Carax, The Shadow of the Wind, had been published by a small firm in Paris.

She wandered off into the shadows, carrying her bucket and dragging her shadow like a bridal veil.

Az ember, akinek nincs árnyék a szívében.

Odchodzisz w cieniu, pomy?la?em. Tak, jak ?y?a?.

Each of us has a dark side, along with our own grace and light. The extent to which we can acknowledge the former while maximizing the latter may determine how we choose to fulfill the terms of our Contract. When the shadow side takes over even one person, the consequences are tragically felt by many.

The lesson for the Intellectual is never to invest so much of yourself in any situation that you are willing to compromise your integrity in order to maintain the illusion. Once that cycle begins, it is nearly impossible to release yourself from it. The Intellectual frees herself from the shadow by knowing who she is at all times and living from her truth.

The big television crouched in the shadowy beam of the porch light. Mattie could see its black, open face, and she felt as though she were looking into the mouth of a deep, dangerous cave.

I love 'Shadow' the most! The melody is awesome, and I really like how the lyrics express genuine emotions.

The dearest friend on earth is a mere shadow compared to Jesus Christ.

Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.

As the light depends on the sun, or the shadow on the body that casts it, so we also depend on God; without Him, we can do nothing

In the middle of the porch was a vertical sun-dial, whose gnomon swayed loosely about when the wind blew, and cast its shadow hither and thither, as much as to say, 'Here's your fine model dial; here's any time for any man; I am an old dial; and shiftiness is the best policy.