Quotes About Shadow

Pazzi and his appendage swinging and spinning before the rough wall of the floodlit palace, jerking in posthumous spasms but not choking, dead, his shadow thrown huge on the wall by the floodlights, swinging with his bowels swinging below him in a shorter, quicker arc, his manhood pointing out of his rent trousers in a death erection.

It was the smile of Narcissus bending over the water mirror, the deep, enchanted, protracted smile with which he stretched out his arms to the reflection of his own beauty, an ever so slightly contorted smile—contorted by the hopelessness of his endeavor to kiss the lovely lips of his shadow—and coquettish, inquisitive and mildly pained, beguiled and beguiling.

Every man becomes the image of the God he adores. He whose worship is directed to a dead thing becomes dead. He who loves corruption rots. He who loves a shadow becomes, himself, a shadow. He who loves things that must perish lives in dread of their perishing.

ON THE LAST DAY OF JANUARY 1915, UNDER THE SIGN OF the Water Bearer, in a year of a great war, and down in the shadow of some French mountains on the borders of Spain, I came into the world.

Death glided by, shadowless, among the empties on the grass.

Shadow children, thin and small, Now the day is left behind, You are dancing on the wall, On the curtains, on the blind.

We can only become enlightened by acknowledging and releasing what weighs us down: the shadow aspect of the psyche that carries the burden of the past.

I suspect that exorcism still has a place in our lives. Who has not felt the sudden lifting of what had seemed an unbearable burden, the removal of what for too long had been an un-surmountable obstacle? Who does not have something deep within that they would not wish to exorcise, so that it no longer casts a shadow on their capacity to receive and give love?

If you're a bee or an ant, you love sweetness. Sweet sweet sweet, the world says to you, I am sweet, and then, often as not, a human hand comes down like the shadow of the world and that is that.

The knowledge that they existed, those phantoms that forever haunted the corner of the eye, was a form of haunting in itself.

Image is like a long shadow. Even when the sun goes down, you can see it. I think some of it is that there is so much pressure to be that person that you become it, maybe, to a certain point you can bear. It's impossible not to end up being a parody of what you thought you were.

Mind the darkness. Evil rarely appears that on the surface.

Goth. Throbb. Murk. Who named these bats?

But I have given your nakedness the gift of mine, And whosoever brings, from this day forth, Obeisances To the hollow of your bosom, Shall find between those hills of sun, Beloved, My shadow....

Between your laughter and mine Lies the shadow of the sword of change.

Our spring has come at last with the soft laughter of April suns and shadow of April showers.

To confront a person with his shadow is to show him his own light. Once one has experienced a few times what it is like to stand judgingly between the opposites, one begins to understand what is meant by the self. Anyone who perceives his shadow and his light simultaneously sees himself from two sides and thus gets in the middle.

The future of mankind depends very much upon the recognition of the shadow.

Prestige is the shadow of money and power.

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not popular.

Our suffering comes from our unlived life--the unseen, unfelt parts of our psyche.

Good does not become better by being exaggerated, but worse, and a small evil becomes a big one through being disregarded and repressed. The Shadow is very much a part of human nature, and it is only at night that no shadows exist.

It is painful—there is no denying it—to interpret radiant things from the shadow-side, and thus in a measure reduce them to their origins in dreary filth. But it seems to me to be an imperfection in things of beauty, and a weakness in man, if an explanation from the shadow-side has a destructive effect.

Unfortunately, there is no doubt about the fact that man is, as a whole, less good than he imagines himself or wants to be. Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is.