Quotes About Shadows

It is not the darkness of shadows: one that follows you, haunts you, terrifies you. Instead, it consumes you, becomes you, weighs you down. It IS you. It is comforting. Familiar. I have walked with it. Eaten with it. Loved with it. Smiled with it. Yet I feel it destroying me. Like cancer. But I can't remove it. It stays inside of me, taunting me to kill it, myself, but it does not realize that this seduction keeps me alive.

Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived.

In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.

I have been casting shadows all my life without caring about how deeply they stain my soul.

The sun was trembling on the brink of the world, the shadows at their longest, and they still had several kilometers to go.

Our acts our Angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

we fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves...

our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives...

As I went through the city by day I saw shadows in sunlight; But in the night I saw everywhere Stars within the darkness.

Even in a place like this, there are dark corners.

Ex umbris et imaginibus in veritatem [From shadows and symbols into the truth]!

my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect

And while on cold, concrete walls, stark shadows of medical teams silently danced their bizarre renditions of mercy, Ingram tread further, dodging heaps that moaned and writhed.

Night brings doubt. Darkness sows fears.

That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,In some melodious plotOf beechen green, and shadows numberless,Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

A train full of shadows. Of living ghosts. On a journey to nowhere.

Night started to fall, then it fell, till it was lying all over the ground.

I live in the light, But carry my dark with me.

Light is important to us humans. It influences our moods, our perceptions, our energy levels. A face glimpsed among trees, dappled by the shadows and the green-tinged light reflected from the forest, will seem quite different to the same face seen on a beach in hard, dry, sunlight, or in a darkening room at twilight, with the shadows of a venetian blind striped across it like a convict's uniform.

and the words were night in the night and we were shadows.

grey tint slipping round the edges of the shutters at the windows.

A whirl of color, patches like autumn leaves tossed in a wind, and when Will squinted right, knowing what he was looking for, he could make out a slender man huddled under a black velvet hood, his shoulders aswirl with a cloak that caught the light through the leaded windows in all colors and none. When Will looked at him directly, he seemed to fade into transparency and shadows.

As the dia went by, I slowly got back some control. And with the control, the shadows of memories I hadn't considered in ans-that perhaps I had not been permitted to consider in ans?-began emerging.

In those places where the gold and auburn leaves still cling to the trees and brushes, the dappled shadows moving underneath them formed diminished crescents, layer on layer of moving images.