Quotes About Shadows

Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from one boot to another — why don't you get going? For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees. And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

This is a poem about death, about the heart blanching in its fold of shadows because it knows someday it will be the fish and the wave and no longer itself— it will be those white wings, flying in and out of the darkness but not knowing it— this is a poem about loving the world and everything in it: the self, the perpetual muscle, the passage in and out, the bristling swing of the sea.

But if they were only shadow-companions, still they were constant, and powerful, and amazing.

Tu ne trouveras pas de lumière sans ombres, elles sont indissociable comme l'amour et la haine

She often found that when everything felt a little too much, she could not talk to anyone, even if she actually wanted to. She had a tendency to go where other people were not, to step into shadows when people walked toward her. She had a fondness for headphones and screens and ducking away, even as part of her wanted to be with friends. Which meant she was going to the library to find some people who were probably dead.

Whatever the legend, somewhere in the shadows of its memory mankind knew that its glory began with one and that that one paid for his courage.

The morning sunlight lay in slivers on the bedroom floor, cut to ribbons by the bamboo blind.

This is the only time you can study both of your shadows. If you sit perfectly still and watch your primary shadow as the sun sets you will be able to hold it long enough to see your other shadow fill up when the moon rises like a porcelain basin with clear water. If you turn carefully to face the south you may regard both of them: to understand the nature of silence you must be able to see into this space between your shadows.

Instead of going into the bar, where dark shadows sat sampling the tasty waters of oblivion

He (Tom Riley) gestured toward the canvases in the main room. What are they, really? I mean, no bullshit. Because - I wouldn't say this to very many people - they remind me of the way life was inside my head when I wasn't taking my pills. They're just make-believe, I (Edgar) said. Shadows. I know about shadows, he said. You just want to be careful they don't grow teeth. Because they can. Then, sometimes when you reach for the light-switch to make them go away, you discover the power's out.

Dark, don't catch me here.

Nevertheless an inarticulate foreboding troubled her. The high clouds cast vague shadows across the wildflowers, transforming them from vividness to uncertainty and back again; shedding mute premonitions across the basin.

That may not be a simple conversation. But when you are dealing with root causes, at least you know you are fighting the real problem and not just boxing with shadows.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

El anochecer siempre era una hora pésima par alas decisiones. la llegada de la noche esparcía sombras por doquiera, y los ánimos se hundían, preñados de pesimismo.

Indiferentes" ha llamado Ribot a los que viven sin que se advierta su existencia. La sociedad piensa y quiere por ellos. No tienen voz, sino eco. No hay líneas definidas ni en su propia sombra, que es, apenas, una penumbra.

Cuántos hay que parecen hombres y sólo valen por las posiciones alcanzadas en las piaras mediocráticas! Vistos de cerca, examinadas sus obras, son menos que nada, valores negativos. Sombras.

El hombre mediocre es una sombra proyectada por la sociedad; es por esencia imitativo y está perfectamente adaptado para vivir en rebaño, reflejando las rutinas, prejuicios y dogmatismos reconocidamente útiles para la domesticidad.

Night favors belief, and the imagination peoples the air with specters.

Just one thing worse than the dark, ain't there? And that's what's inside it - the things that call it home ...

What is true by lamplight is not always true by sunlight.

It was the kind of barbarously sticky American afternoon that made me yearn for the shadows cast by scooting summer clouds in northern Europe....

Die Schatten waren eben Körper geworden und warfen eigene Schatten.

CHAPTER 16 The sun had set by the time Brambleclaw led Stormfur and Brook through the thorn tunnel into the ThunderClan camp. Shadows lay thickly in the