Quotes About Shadows

The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

The viewless air seemed to be flocking with hidden listeners. The very clearness and the crystal silence were their ambush. He alone seemed to be the target of cold and hostile scrutiny. There was not a breath to breathe in this crisp, pale sunshine. It was all too rare, too thin. The shadows lay like wings everlastingly folded.

But when there's light, there's darkness as well.

Where shadows dim with shadows mate, in caverns deep and dark. Where old books dream of bygone days, when they were wood and bark...

In tiefen, kalten, hohlen Räumen, Wo Schatten sich mit Schatten paaren, Wo alte Bücher Träume träumen, Von Zeiten, als sie Bäume waren, Wo Kohle Diamant gebiert, Man weder Licht noch Gnade kennt, Dort ist's, wo jener Geist regiert, Den man den Schattenkönig nennt.

The childhood of our parents is forever inscrutable, the cave within the cave of our own. The light's too dim, the dancing shadows unreliable, fundamentally unstable, even the impromptu photographs and private letters somehow contrived.

If I photograph you in the shadows, you become mysterious, perhaps unknowable. If I light you from above, so your eyelashes throw shadows on your cheeks, you could be a Hollywood film star.

I was sitting in the Temple of Karnak on the Nile, as the sun was going down, and I was all alone, and the great Hypostyle Hall was full of shadows and ghosts of the past, and suddenly I heard this little voice saying "my name is Taita, write my story"… and if you believe that you'll believe anything.

The night that hides things from us.

We are too frightened of shadows. We cannot abide our vulnerability, our utter dependence upon a world that can eat us. Vast in its analytic and inventive power, modern humanity is crippled by a fear of its own animality, and of the animate earth that sustains us.

The boundary between the real and the unreal had been let down in Foote's mind, and between the comings and goings of the cloud-shadows and the dark errands of the ghosts there was no longer any way of making a selection. He had entered the cobwebby borderland between the human and the animal, where nothing is ever more than half true, and only as much as half true for the moment. ("There Shall Be No Darkness")

Hidden within the heart of every man is that small boy who shudders at those dread things who shuffle among the shadows

This life is a shadowy thing, lad. We live in a crowded space of lights and shadows, and when left to ourselves, we all too often fail to see the brightest light of all.

PROLOGUE MARCH 1162 THE ARCHBISHOP'S men fled into the shadows of the lower valley. Behind them, atop the winter pass, horses screamed, arrow-bit and cleaved. Men shouted, cried, and roared. The clash of steel rang as silvery as a chapel's bells. But it was not God's work being done here.

The space between the next two buildings was crowded with four torn bodies, limbs shredded from torsos, intestines strewn like party streamers. Suddenly one of the torsos jerked into the darkened alley beyond, dragged by something hidden in shadow.

The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against fate;Death lays his icy hand on kings.

The City is of Night; perchance of Death,But certainly of Night.

Unsettled heart. The fetishism of secrecy. These people understood—as I did—the back alleys of the soul, whispers and shadows, money slipping from hand to hand, the password, the code, the second self, all the hidden consolations that lifted life above the ordinary and made it worth living.

These people understood- as I did- the back alleys of the soul, whispers and shadows, money slipping from hand to hand, the password, the code, the second self, all the hidden consolations that lifted life above the ordinary and made it worth living.

the walls were spidery with the shadows of potted palms and on the ceilings

The sun was low, burning gold through the trees, casting our shadows before us on the ground

Ze maakte beslist een atletische indruk, hoewel ze te bleek was om tennis te spelen, misschien was ze een ballerina of een turnster, of zelfs een schoonspringster, die laat trainde in binnenbaden vol schaduwen, echo's en lichtbreking, donker betegeld.

We also live in strange places: each in a universe of our own. The people with whom we populate our universes are the shadows of whole other universes intersecting with our own.

We live in strange times. We also live in strange places: each in a universe of our own. The people with whom we populate our universes are the shadows of whole other universes intersecting with our own.