Quotes About Shade

Prostration is our natural position. A worm-like movement from a spot of sunlight to a spot of shade, and back, is the type of movement that is natural to men.

Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

Nya sat outside in the shade of the house and ate.

What a strange people we are, she thinks of her countrymen: where other people take to the shade, to the aircon, stay indoors and close their curtains in the heat, the English hurl themselves at it, like pigs into a furnace.

The most versatile lipstick you can own is a shade that's just a bit brighter than your natural lip color.

I have an awning.

There's no escape from the shadows that mount, inexorably, in this darkening season. Nor can we escape the shadows our families cast. That said, there are times I miss the pleasant shade a companion might provide.

First there are Leaf People. These are the folks who are in my life only for a season. I can't depend on them or count on them because they have weaknesses of their own and are only able to offer shade. Like leaves, they take what they need and as soon as it gets cold, or a fierce wind blows, or the rain comes, they're gone. I am not angry with them; it's just who they are.

The best fertilizer is the gardener's shadow.

It's almost a relief, not having to stare at the sun.

tamarind trees

since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light

All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

You might be a redneck if the best way to keep things cold is to leave'em in the shade.

That you will feel the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside. There is no shade in that beauty.

It was in the shady groves of dictionaries that Jack fell in love.

I don't approve of sunbathing, and it's bad for you.

It was not so much a modification of the darkness, as a sigh of relief, a slight relaxing of tension, so that one felt , rather than saw, that the night had suddenly lost a shade of its density... ah! yes; there! between these two shoulders of the hills she is bleeding to death.

Have you noticed how many people who walk in the shade curse the Sun?

She looked up at him, her eyes enormous. He noticed they were hazel, the sort that picked up whatever hue was near. Now they were the same shade of green as the moss ringing the cavern.

One small cloud had passed while we were out walking earlier in the day. It had dragged a quarter acre of shade across the desert, and we had set off chasing it, sprinting to catch up so we could get under its shade. Before we got there, the cloud lifted its skirt and sailed off, evaporating into nothing. We were left empty-handed, my oiled hat brim wilted in the sun.

Back then life was simple and sweet. Everything was simple and sweet. The taste of cherries, the cool shade, the fresh smell of the river. That was how we lived, in a vale among the hills, sheltered from the storms. Ignorant of the world, as though on an island. Peaceful and untroubled. And then. Then everything changed.

It's warm as long as the sun does not set, in the shade cold returns. A strong sauna and then swimming in a pool surrounded by trees. Dark redwoods, transparent pale-leaved birches. In their delicate network, a sliver of the moon. I describe this for I have learned to doubt philosophy And the visible world is all that remains.

You know you're from Arizona when you drive two miles around a parking lot looking for a shady place — even in the dead of winter.