Quotes About Shadows

A little over a year has passed since my old life ended, since I died and was reborn. The shadows remain, but only to give contrast to the light. I am no longer a distaff impersonation of someone else. I'm me--more that I have ever been. My life is my own. I embrace it, and the light, with a deep, continuing joy.

The self was never designed to satisfy itself or rely upon itself. It never can be sufficient. We are but in the image of God, not the real thing. We are shadows and echoes. So there will always be an emptiness in the soul that struggles to be satisfied with the resources of self.

Long shadows cast by skyscrapers create another problem. The longest shadow cast by a building is measured at 3 P.M. on the winter solstice, December 21.2 At that time, the shadow is 4.4 times the height of the building on the latitude of New York City. The shadow cast by a building as high as the 1,250-foot-high Empire State Building is longer than a mile.

While the Saviour's death brought to an end the law of types and shadows, it did not in the least detract from the obligation of the moral law. On the contrary, the very fact that it was necessary for Christ to die in order to atone for the transgression of that law, proves it to be immutable.

Misli su se nakratko zaljubile u postojanje pa smo ponosni što jesmo. I naši koraci, lišeni sanjala?ke stidljivosti, kaljaju sjene, gaze?i ih samouvjereno i sigurno. Trenutak budnosti, samo trenutak, i mreže pri proste stvarnosti pucaju pa možemo vidjeti što smo: iluzije vlastite misli.

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.

It was no mean trick doing the wiring with those mittens on. But I managed it and crawled out, batting spiders into the shadows. I could hear a thud as they hit the floor joists, then a scuttling sound, then, worst of all, the silence of spiders.

The brightest light has cast the deepest shadows. To torture and enslave, not because it brings profit to the victor, but because it brings pain to the vanquished, has, through long ages, been deemed a fitting sequel to victories born of the most heroic courage and the noblest self-sacrifice; while no small part of moral progress has consisted in expelling this perverted altruism from the accepted ideals of civilized mankind.

Es war mir unmöglich, die wahre Bedeutung dieser Melancholie zu begreifen, die seine Persönlichkeit prägte und deren Schattenspiel mich faszinierte.

This is good, and all good things cast shadows.

Our shadows are often behind us, where others can see them better than we can.

Our shadows are often behind us, where others can see them better than we can. If we want to hear and see more, even the parts that expose our scornfulness, we need partners from outside our ingroups to keep telling us how we sound.

life isn't black or white. There isn't only one picture that's perfect. It's about piecing together shades of gray to make something quite stunning. And the picture shifts. That's another Dad-ism. Remember his sea shadows? Each time the shadow moves, there's a new image. Only sometimes those clouds are stuck up there, so we're the ones who have to move to see it.

Most of the shadows of this life," observed Ralph Waldo Emerson, "are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.

The shadows spread apace; while meekened Eve, Her cheek yet warm with blushes, slow retires Through the Hesperian gardens of the west, And shuts the gates of day.

One is only safe with shadows if one carries light within.

Such things as are good simply because they have been commanded or instituted, or as being symbols of something good, are mere shadows which cannot be reckoned among actions that are the offspring, as it were, or fruit of a sound mind and of intellect.

One of the reasons I think Dark Shadows still runs is that it's dependent on nothing else other than a story.

James Reed is inspired, if he is inspired by anyone specific, by P.T. Barnum. He's set up to be the ultimate American showman. His whole job is to sell you shadows. But he's not a nice person, he's not a good guy.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

Part of me wants to stay hidden; it's no coincidence that I write movie music. It lets me stay in the shadows, in a way, but still lets me be expressive.

Many places in the Bronx seem hidden in shadows, just as the Bronx itself is in Manhattan's shadow. And dark stories develop best in dark shadows.

A ghost grew out of the shadowy air, And sat in the midst of her moony hair. In her gleamy hair she sat and wept; In the dreamful moon they lay and slept; The shadows above, and the bodies below, Lay and slept in the moonbeams slow. And she sang, like the moan of an autumn wind Over the stubble left behind.

And when we met amid the shadows, we were wrapped in the mantle of love, and from its folds looked out fearless on the ghostly world about us. Ghosts or none, they never annoyed us. Our love was a talisman, yea, an elixir of life, which made us equal to the twice-born—the disembodied dead. And they were as a wall of fear about us, to keep far off the unfriendly foot and the prying eye.