Quotes About Shadows

If you look at my body of work, there's always a dark side to my characters. They've always got a skeleton in the closet; they've always got a subtext.

There are infinite shadings of light and shadows and colors... it's an extraordinarily subtle language. Figuring out how to speak that language is a lifetime job.

She seemed to have waited so long to hear those words that for a moment the earth stood still, and the moon, the trees, the grotesque shadows across the heath, became in that instant transfixed in her memory. How shall I bear this exquisite happiness? It is too much: it will destroy me.

Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel thread and garlands of metallic filaments that disappear underneath the other ornaments and finery. Shadows follow, joyful, laughing sprites. The tree is rich with potential wonder. All it needs is a glance from you to come alive .

Deeper, much deeper, the fire purifies. It is the wilderness fire to which no one descends. An exile, forbidden to souls, forbidden to shadows. Bowels that burn with an unholy solitude.

Looks can't hide your true identity. It's the eyes that give you away…the soul behind them. The intent. The Shadows.

To think of shadows is a serious thing.

Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty.

Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.

He said, aloud, 'The external world is the world of shadows. It throws its shadows into the kingdom of light. How different they will appear when this darkness is gone and the shadow-body has passed away. The universe, after all, is within us. The way leads inward, always inwards.

How can I possess with my body, when I don't even possess my body? How can I possess with my soul, when I don't possess my soul? How can I understand with my mind, when I don't understand my mind? There is no body or truth we possess, nor even any illusion. We are phantoms made of lies, shadows of illusions, and our life is hollow on both the outside and the inside.

They watched the flying foxes wheel above them, like shadows of thoughts, things so indistinct they would not exist without two witnesses.

Night came down around them, and the windows gave them back their faces, blurred into generalities.

Shadows would be moving inside shadows; daggers would be unsheathed; the air would get gray and chill with stealth and intrigue; blood would spurt. And the sleeping would do well to stir.

?ujte, vi sjene što živite u tami, nau?ite da svjetlo nije spas. Sretni, sretni ste vi u paklu sami koji ne vidite koliko svijet prezire vas.

You don't read it in the sense of reading a message; it doesn't work like that. What's happening is that the Shadows are responding to the attention you pay them.

Anything that was associated with human workmanship and human thought was surrounded by Shadows.…

The night has a capacity for terror that the day can never match.

You were the sun, and I wasn't even the moon.

Here were shadows on the window blinds of guests assembling, and there a group of pretty girls, hooded and Ugg-booted and all chattering at once, tripping off lightly to some near neighbor's house where woe would befall the single guy who saw them enter—they were artful witches, and they knew it.

It's like a fairy tale, and we're the shadows who are turning back into boys.

Somos verdaderos apasionados del amor, enamorados de su candor, espantados de su dolor, sensibles a su sentir pero jamás dispuestos a huirle. Coqueteamos con sus claroscuros, nos perdemos entre sus matices, nos cubrimos ante sus destellos de luz y nos asomamos a sus sombras.

As Bruce would write later that night, "A signal now, for when I'm needed. But when the light hits the sky, it's not just a call. It's a warning. To them." A masked figure dressed in black stepped into the dim light of Gotham City. "I am the shadows. I am vengeance. I am…" The Batman.

No city, regardless of its charm and wonder, could outshine the shadows of THAT notoriety. No boulevards, no matter how flawless, could make straight a lineage THAT crooked. No city need ever be named Cain to ensure THAT name's preservation for posterity.