Quotes About Shadows

It was not yet noon, but under the shadow of the conifers twilight ruled.

She reached into the shadows, groping toward Morgan's cottage, and felt as if her fingers brushed slick, opaque ice.

The dead cast no shadows; nor did they reflect.

The radiant globes on their high wrought-iron towers were an advantage to the dark-adapted eye, if one could manage not to be dazzled. For the shadows between were cool and velvet, and a man-or something shaped like a man-in muffling black could vanish into them.

I turned back so he would see me smile through the shadows, and Whiskey bore me into the trees before I so much as shifted my weight.

I had seen her in the shadows. She had been waiting for some time.

You dress in shadows, brother, but there is starlight in your eyes.

Two Queens ruled Faerie, a kingdom divided between them. The elder was the Mebd, the Summer Queen. The younger was the Cat Anna, the Queen of Winter, the White Witch. There had been others, Queens and Kings of air and darkness, ghosts and shadows: Oonaugh, Titania, Oberon, Niamh, Finnvarra.

The stone hushed my footsteps instead of ringing with them, and yet the sun shone from without them, golden as the walls.

Torches glittered and cast dancing shadows here and there, a confusion of greater and lesser lights, for there was really no darkness in any corner now.

There must be perfect towns where shadows were strong like buildings, towns secret without coldness, unaware without indifference.

There were some parts of himself that he would probably never find because he dared not go looking for them in the shadows where she had cast them.

dreams are shadows cast by truth shining on our darkest secrets

There were lights in the nave but they could do no more than splash pools of gold here and there, they could not illumine the shadows above or the dim unlighted chantries and half-seen tombs. The great pillars soared into darkness and the aisles narrowed to twilight. Candles twinkled in the choir and the high altar with its flowers was ablaze with them, but all the myriad flames were no more than seed pearls embroidered on a dark cloak.

What is keeping you from feeling the rapture? I can assure you, you won't find the answer in a lighted room. What stands between you and a full-bodied life can be found only in the shadows.

She actually moved her neck back and forth as though to shake off the cumbersome weight of the sound, and realized that she had never liked music. It seemed to bring back all the shadows and aches of a lifetime.

The metaphor of the cave explains how this works. It occurs in Book VII of Plato's Republic, where Socrates describes the world around us as a darkened cavern, across the back of which a puppet show is flashed with the figures of men, animals, and objects cast as shadows. For a modern audience, the description has an eerily familiar ring. It's the world of television and the media at its most flimsy and superficial.

There are sacraments of evil as well as of good about us, and we live and move to my belief in an unknown world, a place where there are caves and shadows and dwellers in twilight. It is possible that man may sometimes return on the track of evolution, and it is my belief that an awful lore is not yet dead.

all these are but dreams and shadows; the shadows that hide the real world from our eyes.

The frank realisation that physical science is concerned with a world of shadows is one of the most significant of recent advances.

In physics we have outgrown archer and apple-pie definitions of the fundamental symbols. To a request to explain what an electron really is supposed to be we can only answer, "It is part of the A B C of physics". The external world of physics has thus become a world of shadows. In removing our illusions we have removed the substance, for indeed we have seen that substance is one of the greatest of our illusions.

he looked around at the books on the walls, at their dark, worn spines, and he seemed to hear a strange, distant murmur coming from them. each of the closed books was a door, and behind it stirred shadows, voices, sounds, heading toward him from a deep, dark place.

At this spot, for some reason known only to itself, the Folly brook turned at a right angle. Beneath the oak the water had washed away the sandy bank, and many winter floods had laid bare some of the massive hawser roots which projected in a twisted tangle from the soil of the bank. The sun, shining full on the steep bluff, threw shadows from the overhanging roots, so that underneath all was darkness.

Guilt asks for punishment, and its request is granted. Not in truth, but in the world of shadows and illusions built on sin.10