Quotes About Silhouette

And what do you remember, finally, when everyone has gone home and the streets are empty of devotion and hope, swept by river wind? Is the memory thin and bitter and does it shame you with its fundamental untruth--all nuance and wishful silhouette? Or does the power of transcendence linger, the sense of an event that violates natural forces, something holy that throbs on the hot horizon, the vision you crave because you need a sign to stand against your doubt?

Her jagged breathing gave her away. She stood, a dark silhouette pressed against the trunk of a cottonwood tree. She was cornered in the yard. No place to go. Sweet goddess , he traced across her mind. I've only come to seal our destiny. You shouldn't feel so afraid of me . And yet her fear was what he enjoyed. He savored it.

Le soleil, ruisselant dans le bureau sous les stores baissés, taille dans la fumée des cigares une coupe oblique semblable à de la soie mouillée.

Doing fine. Watching shadows on the wall.

He loved to draw. Animals pouncing mostly. And trees. Always lone trees in black landscapes.

Then she saw him in outline, standing in the doorway, his powerful figure filling the open space.

Bond is now the Bond Girl of the opening credits. It's his silhouette we see – and nary a dancing naked babe in sight. Perhaps to compensate for this, in the actual film he gets his tits out a lot. He emerges from the sea glistening, showing off his pumped boobs, like Ursula Andress in 'Dr No' — save his nipples are more prominent. Bond has finally become his own Bond Girl.

Where do shadows fall when there is only light.

The most reliable friend you have is your shadow.

I've always hated bars. The simpatico spots where the regulars, tired of seeing the same faces bent over their glasses of lukewarm beer, turn towards the door with anxious optimism whenever a new silhouette appears, as well as those big trendy clubs, often ear-splittingly loud and crawling with the latest version of what passes for a smart set — dressed to kill and constantly on display and most of them dull as white icing.

I have stared into the light and you are all my shadows.

Actually, I do happen to resemble a hallucination. Kindly note my silhouette in the moonlight." The cat climbed into the shaft of moonlight and wanted to keep talking but was asked to be quiet. "Very well, I shall be silent," he replied, "I shall be a silent hallucination.

The tall tree above him formed a burnished metallic lace against the blurry evening sky.

The shadow is only the daughter of the light.

A hawk sailed past the sun, its shadow slithering in the grass.

A man walked in long strides through the darkness toward them. Nothing but a dark silhouette, shadow against shadow, he walked down the alley with the grace of a predator.

The indigo sky is strewn with stars, which cluster in countless thousands close over our heads. The rising moon is a thin crescent disc of silver light. On our left the evening fireflies are making the compound grove radiant, and above them the plumed heads of tall palms stand out in black silhouette against the sky. My adventure in self-metamorphosis is over …

a flash of silver just below the surface.

L'Heure Exquise La lune blanche Luit dans les bois ; De chaque branche Part une voix Sous la ramée... Ô bien-aimée. L'étang reflète, Profond miroir, La silhouette Du saule noir Où le vent pleure... Rêvons, c'est l'heure. Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du firmament Que l'astre irise... C'est l'heure exquise.

Night. Rain. A livid sky pierces the lacework Of spires and towers, the silhouette of a Gothic Town dim in the gray distance.