Quotes About Shadows

All of us take offense to anyone who reaps the rewards of living in America without taking on the responsibilities of living in America. And undocumented immigrants who desperately want to embrace those responsibilities see little option but to remain in the shadows, or risk their families being torn apart.

Predator and prey move in silent gestures, on the seductive dance of death, in the shadows cast by the vultures of the night. ?

Turn your face toward the sun and the shadows will fall behind you.

I like to be in the spotlight once in a while, and then I like to be in the shadows. It's really regenerating.

I think of myself in the oral tradition-as a troubadour, a village tale-teller, the man in the shadows of the campfire. That's the way I'd like to be remembered- as a storyteller. A good storyteller.

And Boucard desisted, probably because like everyone else he was deeply impressed by this man who had laid all ghosts, who had lost all shadows, and who stared you in the eyes with cold serenity.

We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.

The air of reality is too thick for me I choke on it I must live on shadows Even my poetry is vicarious.

Soul shadows you everywhere.

Between the shadows of the earth and the dark depths of the sky, human life lay slumbering, with all its unsolved puzzles.

How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.

How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean.

'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,And coming events cast their shadows before.

disclaimer:This is a work of nonfiction, but it is also full of dreams, speculations, and shadows. Many names have been changed.

if I do OK with women, it's not because of the virtues I have, but because of the shadows I don't have.

Where there is a great deal of light, the shadows are deeper.

Venice was a woman, la bella donna, elegant in her age, sensual in her watery curves, mysterious in her shadows. The first sight of her, rising over the Grand Canal with her colors tattered and faded like old ballgowns, called to the blood. The light, a white, washing sun, would sweep over her and lose itself like a wanderer in her sinuous veins, her secret turns. Here

Where there is a great deal of light, the shadows are deeper. JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

While shadows are never dispelled completely, it is due to them the light shines bright.

On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun of late afternoon the shadows of great branches reached from across the river, and the trees took the river in their arms. The shadows continued up the bank, until they included us

Maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow. Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations. The same way old painters would sit in a tiny dark room and trace the image of what stood outside a tiny window, in the bright sunlight. The camera obscura. Not the exact image, but everything reversed or upside down.

How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.

Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand moods, of needs traced here on the wall by men who are gone. Here is the record of their being here.

The candelabras.