Quotes About Shadows

What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?

We're shadows! of naught - living, dying! for what's not.

And if people can see themselves for who they really are, they will know that every person has a dark side!~ Aarush Kashyap

Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person's life.

The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that.

The politics of courtiers resemble their shadows; they cringe and turn with the sun of the day.

But the wind always swept my words away like cloud shadows, as if it mattered more that I said them, than who heard them.

Ultimately, that's what evil is . . . it's something bad without an explanation. Which is why it's terrifying. And as for mercy in the dark – well, what is salvation if not a light greater than all the shadows, something good which cannot be explained? It, too, can be terrifying. I doubt if men like Otto Brack, would dare look in its direction.

The cornfield seemed darker toward its center. Light entered at the rows' end, ran like liquid down the middles, getting shallower and shallower. There seemed at the convergence of the rows some mass of shadows light could not defray.

The Girl in the Black Raincoat" Thinking of you this evening, I think of mystery; I think of umbrellas of crystal Shading a cinnamon sea; I think of swallow-tailed shadows Enveloping history; And the past becomes the future, And the present is yet to be; And life is a rain-swept mirror Through which perpetually A girl with bright hair flowing, Dappled dark coat blowing, Into the unknown, knowing Walks with me.

Oh the secrets of the night.

Kolya seemed fearless, but everyone has fear in them somewhere; fear is part of our inheritance. Aren't we descended from timid little shrews who cowered in the shadows while the great beasts stomped past? Cannibals and Nazis didn't make Kolya nervous, but the threat of embarrassment did-- the possibility that a stranger might laugh at the lines he's written,

Life is wonderful, so revel in its beauty. Be all you can be, and let go of the past. It is nothing but shadows.

La curiosidad delimita el mundo de los vivos del de las sombras.

soulsThat we might break these molds And free our restless souls Start to believe That we can rise above Our pettiness and love Like we ain't loved before Free on this earth As the surf that rolls And crashes on the shore And hey now don't run and hide Your little heart away If it's gone We'll sure never find it Pining for lost innocence Tantalisingly I saw Our shadows moving through the door Traces from a different time When I was yours and you were truly mine All mine

Tomorrow and tomorrow come creeping in and always will. We're fools trapped in a mechanism of our own unconscious making. Shadows strutting and fretting for one brief hour upon a stage, then heard no more. I'll weep an ocean in my heart, if the world would give me time. But not now.

Shadows sometimes people don't see shadows. The Chinese of course never paint them in pictures, oriental art never deals with shadow. But I noticed these shadows and I knew it meant it was sunny.

Darkness does something to a place, doesn't it? It distorts. It becomes a canvas for the imagination. The good news is that shadows are only the deflection of light. They can frighten, but they can do no harm.

Afflictions are but the shadows of God's wings.

Godhead here in hiding, whom I adore Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more, See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art

Everything is God. Everything is light. It is only when we live in illusions, when there are shadows in our mind that we are afraid.

What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared?

For all things are baptized at the font of eternity, and beyond good and evil; good and evil themselves, however, are but intervening shadows and damp afflictions and passing clouds.

Great orators who are not also great writers become very indistinct shadows to the generations following them. The spell vanishes with the voice.