Quotes About Shadow

She believed she was not significant enough to cast a shadow of her own.

I've always felt in someone's shadow, even though I don't have to compare myself to brothers who are smarter, or to sisters who are prettier. There's no escape from the shadows that mount, inexorably, in this darkening season. Nor can we escape the shadows our families cast. That said, there are times I miss the pleasant shade a companion might provide.

Her body exuded an enviable harmony with her surroundings. Her head was turned to one side, her eyes were closed, and the red strip of her bikini top was untied. I lacked her serenity, but her presence afforded me some relief, and feeling slightly guilty, I dozed off in her shadow.

Always at the end of a queue, in the shadow of others, she believed she was not significant enough to cast a shadow of her own.

Do not let your good ideas to spend your brain energy, do it with all the effort because the shadow of the success can become a reality only with hard work.

The closer the source of light is to a subject, the broader the beams are.

Beware that you do not lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.

What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?

When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.

Schönheit haftet nicht den Dingen an, sondern liegt im Helldunkel, im Schattenspiel, das sich zwischen den Dingen entfaltet, sagt der Dichter Tanizaki Junichiro. Und ich denke, es ist tatsächlich so, dass die Dinge sich für uns jeweils anders abschatten. Erst in unserem Blick, der immer auch aus einer bestimmten Perspektive, einer Geneigtheit kommt, werden sie schön.

And that obsession was only a shadow of the first one. Lately I wonder if it all goes back to the way you begin, and after that you love in that way, or go sleepwalking after something that evokes the luxury, fatality, sorrow, whatever the strong taste was, of that first one.

a winged pipe flies around the streaks of lightning in a vast coil with a song it tries to lure them somewhere is it back to the clouds or to another lovier heaven or to earth amongst men it become entangled in the tongues of flame both song and wings are on fire and its shadow on the gates of heaven doesnt it know some other song with this it will only enrage the lightning streaks and wont lure them anyway

There is only Love -- and Stories. All else is but a shadow dream.

She switched places with her shadow because suffering changes shape and happens secretly.

The artist is only visiting pain, imagining it. We praise the artist, not the apple, not the apple's shadow, which is murdered slowly. There must be some way of drawing a picture so that it doesn't become an elegy.

Tomas Tranströmer—died on March 26, 2015, at the age of 83. He wrote: I am carried in my shadow / like a violin / in its black case. // The only thing I want to say / glitters out of reach / like the silver / in a pawnbroker's.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Look, up at the sky. There is a light, a beauty up there, that no shadow can touch

The dark in soul see in the universe their own shadow; the shattered spirit can only reflect external beauty in form as untrue and broken as itself.

By the spring of 1918 when the German divisions had transferred from the Eastern Front to the Western Front, they were able to deploy some 192 divisions opposing only 156 Allied divisions. Numerically the situation had never been more promising for the Germans, but the American forces were gathering and casting a long shadow across German plans.

The shadow of sharks is the shadow of death, and they call forth dim ultimate fears. Yet there is something holy in their silence.

Evil, Mr. Tagomi thought. Yes, it is. Are we to assist it in gaining power, in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation? I cannot face this dilemma, Mr. Tagomi said to himself. That man should have to act in such moral ambiguity. There is no Way in this; all is muddled. All chaos of light and dark, shadow and substance.

Horror does not need the dark, and sometimes a truly evil deed shuns the shadows.

What if he was simply ill-suited, the way some people are born without limbs or certain organs? The neurology of failure. What if he was simply born and destined to live in the shadow of Total Fear and Despair, and all his so-called activities were pathetic attempts to distract him from the inevitable?