Quotes About Shadows

You destroy buildings, fight monsters openly in the streets of the city, work with the police, show up in newspapers, advertise in the phone book, and ride zombie dinosaurs down Michigan Avenue, and think that you work in the shadows? Be reasonable.

You destroy buildings, fight monsters openly in the streets of the city, work with the police, show up in newspapers, advertise in the phone book, and ride zombie dinosaurs down Michigan Avenue, and think that you work in the shadows?

Try as you might there's nothing you can do about bird shadows except try to head them off and abruptly stop, letting them pass by in peace. Looking up and down at the very same moment is difficult for a single-eyed man. The ones coming behind you, often cautious crows or ravens, strike hard against the back and nape nerve. Like most of life your wariness is useless. You wobble slightly dumbstruck, queasy, then watch the shadow flit across the brown wind-tormented grass.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

May your joys be as bright as the morning, your years of happiness as numerous as the stars in the heavens and your troubles but shadows that fade in the sunlight of love.

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one's own sunshine.

Fake friends are like shadows, they follow you in the sun but leave you in the dark.

The truth can be painful, but it can also be liberating. It can set us free from the shadows of the past, and help us to move forward, with hope and with purpose. We must be willing to confront the truth, and to use it as a source of strength and inspiration in our lives (Kneubuhl 112)

The truth can be painful, but it can also be liberating. It can set us free from the shadows of the past, and help us to move forward, with hope and with purpose. We must be willing to confront the truth, and to use it as a source of strength and inspiration in our lives. (Kneubuhl 78)

The only truth about shadows is that you can't see them in the dark.

Jesus says that only God is good (Luke 18:19), so that all "goodness" in other things can only be derived. God's nature defines goodness itself, and since he "does not change like shifting shadows" (James 1:17), he is the sole and constant standard of goodness. No

Like shadowsof the plumbingthat is all that is leftof the great city.

I see us as the dark and the light. Two sides of the same thing. You are bright and shining and I am a thing of shadows." "I will be your white horse and you can be my black," I murmured and held him closer.

And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all disheveled wandering stars.

For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.

we trust without giving it a thought that we will always see it as we see it once and that what we know is only a moment of what is ours and will stay we believe it as the moment slips away as lengthening shadows merge in the valley and a window kindles there like a first star what we see again comes to us in secret

Late in May as the light lengthens toward summer the young goldfinches flutter down through the day for the first time to find themselves among fallen petals cradling their day's colors in the day's shadows of the garden beside the old house

Once I came back to the leaves just as they were falling into the rattling of magpies and the waving flights through treetops beyond the long field tawny with stubble a scatter of sheep wandered there circling slowly as a galaxy ferrying the gray lights that were theirs wading into their shadows with the stalks whispering under them and the day shining out of the straw

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

What if this were Hell, this absence of sleep, this poet's desert, this pain of living, this dying of not dying, this anguish of shadows, this passion over death and light.

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

There is a place on earth that is a vast desolate wilderness, a place populated by shadows of the dead in their multitudes, a place where the living are dead, where only death, hate and pain exist.