Quotes About Shadows

Sometimes love is taken away unjustly, but not until the very end do you stop believing and then it is very bitter. It is bitter because somewhere within you the perfect standard still lives, the pure expectation against which failure and betrayal are contrasted like the dark shadows on a moonlit road.

But shadows spread, and deepened, and stayed. After thousands of years we're still strangers to darkness, fearful aliens in an enemy camp with our arms crossed over our chests.

I live now in a world of shadows that shape and distance color, a world where space makes a kind of terrible sense.

Comprendí que la luz del sol es despiadada, son las sombras las que nos protegen

She had beauty still, the thinness of her flesh but exposed the grace of her bones and sinews, but the great brooding eyes were circled by umber shadows and the thick black lashes seemed too heavy for the weary lids.

It was as if I were a little girl again, afraid of shadows in the stucco walls of our hallway; they looked like monsters—were monsters, to me in my rigid insomniac sentinel. But you can never tell with shadows. You have to be vigilant, always, because maybe you're crazy, but maybe you're right.

But you can never tell with shadows. You have to be vigilant, always, because maybe you're crazy, but maybe you're right. I

The little pool was lighted now, the same glowing green-or so I imagined-as the eyes of the cats who slept in the shadows around it.

In this universe the night was falling; the shadows were lengthening towards an east that would not know another dawn. But elsewhere the stars were still young and the light of morning lingered; and along the path he once had followed, Man would one day go again.

In the night, in the dark.

Everything is thrown into relief, lit in a Hopperesque late-afternoon glow, the one-sided illumination both revealing and casting a long shadow.

Sing me no songs of daylight, For the sun is the enemy of lovers Sing instead of shadows and darkness, And memories of midnight

Não me cantem canções da luz do dia / Pois o sol é o inimigo dos amantes / Cantem das sombras e da escuridão / E das lembranças da meia-noite.

All this working land was turned into exuberance by the light. The sunshine was dizzy on open stubble; shadows from immense cumulus clouds were forever sliding across low mounds; and the sky was wider and loftier and more resolutely blue than the sky of cities... she declared. It's a glorious country; a land to be big in

Of the love-making of Carol and Will Kennicott there is nothing to be told which may not be heard on every summer evening, on every shadowy block.

Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.

I pity him in his misery for all that he is my foe, because he is bound fast to a dread doom. I think of my own lot no less than his. For I see that we are phantoms, all we who live, or fleeting shadows.

Long have we lived in shadows and shuddering: today I think our future is opening out.

The Lord of Light in his wisdom made us male and female, two parts of a greater whole. In our joining there is power. Power to make life. Power to make light. Power to cast shadows.

To reveal the beauty of life, let your tears wash away the shadows of darkness.

Don't be afraid of the shadows, that only means there's a light nearby.

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

No light, but rather darkness visible.

A thousand fantasiesBegin to throng into my memory,Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,And airy tongues that syllable men's namesOn sands and shores and desert wildernesses.