Quotes About Shadow

Farewell Piorewiczowna, unasked for shadow I don't even remember your first name.

Think it's my fear and fascination for women that makes my images.If you look really closely, the men are always supporting roles, a shadow play and always inferior.

There's no lights

To read of human depravity in the police reports is one thing, to see it fall like a black shadow across one's life is another.

To think, one is addressing a presence so bright that the whole world one knows – including all that inner world of apparent self , beliefs and values – is cast forever into shadow revealed as a poor imitation of the everlasting day. To think, one is inviting into one's very life a guide which will faultlessly regard every action and measure it against a divine and holy agency.  To think this, and more, and then to go ahead and actually do it.

I'm already there Take a look around I'm the sunshine in your hair I'm the shadow on the ground I'm the whisper in the wind I'm your imaginary friend And I know I'm in your prayers

Many critics are like woodpeckers, who, instead of enjoying the fruit and shadow of a tree, hop incessantly around the trunk, pecking holes in the bark to discover some little worm or other.

Emme is obsessed with makeup. She puts blush on her eyes, shadow on her face--it's very artistic. And she loves my shoes. She's been walking around in my heels ever since she was a year old.

In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow.

Let the skein never end of I love you you love me, ever burnt with decrepit sun and old moon; for whatever you don't give me and I don't ask of you will be for death, which does not leave even a shadow on trembling flesh.

I was a shadow among shadows brooding over the fate of other shadows that I alone strove to summon up out of the all-pervading dusk.

As we passed under a streetlamp I noticed, beside my own bobbing shadow, another great, leaping grotesquerie that had an uncanny suggestion of the frog world about it . . . judging from the shadow, it was soaring higher and more gaily than myself. 'Very well,' you will say, 'Why didn't you turn around. That would be the scientific thing to do.' But let me tell you it is not done ? not on an empty road at midnight.

a Shadow lives deep inside every one of us.

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

We start by sinking a barge, I decided. Then I blinked and looked at the Erlking. Can we sink a barge? The shadow-masked Erlking tilted his head slightly to one side, his burning eyes narrowed. Wizard, please.

Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.

How to make her run? No problem there. For a fearful shadow lies constantly over the residents of Uneasy Street. It casts itself through the ostensibly friendly handshake, or the gorgeously wrapped package. It beams out from the baby's carriage, the barber's chair, the beauty parlor. Every neighbor is suspect, every outsider, every period; even one's own husband or wife of sweetheart. There is no ease on Uneasy Street. The longer one's tenancy, the more untenable it becomes.

A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all.

Grief, it turns out, is a lot like a one-sided video conversation on an iPad. It's the call with no response, the echo of affection, the shadow cast by love.

Duty is an icy shadow. It will freeze you. It cannot fill the heart's sanctuary.

People will let you down in this life, promises will be broken, you should expect less of others and trust more in yourself. But be rest assured that he who wishes to discredit you with malice and gossip will unknowingly create a shadow that follows him like the prevailing wind.

Who never doubted, never half believed. Where doubt is, there truth is - it is her shadow.

All over India, all over the world, as the sun or the shadow of darkness moves from east to west, the call to prayer moves with it, and people kneel down in a wave to pray to God. Five waves each day - one for each namaaz - ripple across the globe from longitude to longtigude. The component elements change direction, like iron filings near a magnet - towards the house of God in Mecca.

Everything has its shadow if you bring it in the light.