Quotes About Shadows

The crumpled butcherpaper mountains lay in sharp shadowfold under the long blue dusk and in the middle distance the glazed bed of a dry lake lay shimmering like the mare imbrium and herds of deer were moving north in the last of the twilight, harried over the plain by wolves who were themselves the color of the desert floor.

A small soul's going. By floodlight through the universe's renal regions. Pale phagocytes drifting over, shadows and shapes through the tubes like the miscellany in a waterdrop. The eye at the end of the glass would be God's.

Witches' feet make no footprint. Witches' bodies make no shadows. But they make the trees, the land, the moss, A little colder as they pass.

South of the North, yet north of the South, lies the City of a Hundred Hills, peering out from the shadows of the past into the promise of the future.

Mantén tu rostro siempre hacia la luz del sol, y las sombras caerán detrás de ti.

Tiap bayangan memiliki nama; Saat memikirkan semua yang kumiliki, aku gelisah, Kudengar rumor tentang kemasyhuran. Bukan untuk kebanggaan, melainkan hanya kehinaan, Bayangan berubah menjadi tulang. (Allen Ginsberg)

The front of the white lectern has a slight blue tinge, since it is lit mainly by the refracted light of the sky rather than the yellowish direct glow of the setting sun.59 "Shadows will vary," Leonardo explained in his notebooks. "The side of an object that receives a reflected light from the azure of the air will be tinged with that hue, and this is particularly observable in white objects. That side that receives the light from the sun will partake of that color.

The central area of the retina, known as the fovea, is best at seeing color and small details; the area surrounding the fovea is best at picking up shadows and shadings of black and white. When we look at an object straight on, it appears sharper. When we look at it peripherally, glimpsing it out of the corner of our eye, it is a bit blurred, as if it were farther away.

Behind the building rose towering, aged pine trees whose shadows fell crabbed and arthritic across the lawn. The lawn was expansive and in good, green shape. It offered contrast. It was like a fresh haircut on a drunken tramp.

ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit pour les étoiles glacées au ciel glacé ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit c'est l'heure où des ombres rentrent dans les murs, où d'autres ombres sortent dans la nuit ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit c'est la fin de mille nuits et de mille cauchemars.

Some of the most beautiful blues and purples in nature, for instance, are those of mountains in shadow against amber sky...

Light of the moon Moves west, flowers' shadows Creep eastward.

Soul shadows you everywhere.

the moon and plum tree make flow'ry springtime shadows— lovers of the night

moonlit winter trees bare branches paint gray shadows ghostly risen roots

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.

It is, then, by those shadows of the hoary Past and their fantastic silhouettes on the external screen of every religion and philosophy, that we can, by checking them as we go along, and comparing them, trace out finally the body that produced them.

I grew up in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together.

That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day, ...

All of life is just shadows.

There are words for a woman who walks the streets late at night," she said, with another meaningful look. "Words like insomniac.

and all of it was dark. I could see tall shelves, and a few windows covered in thick shades that hid the starlight. In the middle of the room was a circular table with shadows gathered around it. "Who wrote The Wind in the Willows?" asked

There was a philosopher who said that all of life is just shadows. He said that people were just sitting in a cave, watching shadows on the cave wall. Aye - shadows of something much bigger and grander than themselves.

Por supuesto, todas las noches son días oscuros, por que la noche es simplemente una versión mal iluminada del día.