Quotes About Silhouette

Old wisdom out of the cluster of gathering shadows.

John Jay og Beatty dukket fram fra en treklynge, de leide hestene i tøylene mens de langsomt spaserte ut i sollyset, tydeligvis fortapt for alt annet enn hverandre.(...) Du store tid, du får det til å høres ut som om vi var på deres alder, la hun til og nikket mot det middelaldrende parets silhuetter mot våningshuset.

His hands fluttered like birds, each with a fancy silk ribbon to weave into their nest, as he stood at the mirror dressing for work, waving hello to himself with both hands.

The driver, a black silhouette upon his box, whipped up his bony horses. Icy silence in the coach. Marius, motionless, his body braced in the corner of the carriage, his head dropping down upon his breast, his arms hanging, his legs rigid, appeared to await nothing now but a coffin; Jean Valjean seemed made of shadow, and Javert of stone.

The Shadow-maker shapes forever.

of night crowded into the slanting places beyond the reach of the dawn.

Tess?" A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.

Hunter slipped from the bed and grabbed his breeches to pull them on. Bathed in moonlight, the planes of his body were gilded with silver, its contours cast into delineative shadow. Clutching a fur to her chest, Loretta sat up, pretending not to notice. She did, though, and what she saw set her pulse to skittering. Perhaps beautiful wasn't an appropriate adjective for a man, but it was the only word that came to her.

Truth can be forgotten, misplaced, or lost, but never annihilated. The human hand might erase the words, mutilate the manuscript, or chisel off a name, but that only alters memory. Such vandalism tampers with the evidence without altering the facts. Cutting part of a document still leaves an outline of what was removed, a silhouette of the missing piece.

The most reliable friend you have is your shadow.

Always there was a moment—a quick slip of time—when the sun broke free of the trees and bled from its yolk, spilling in red-orange rivers over the silk.

I heard nothing, but ever more clearly as the light of the half-moon grew sharper, I thought I could make out a dark shape, and soon, as it came nearer, I saw it. It sat on a horse, a high-boned, haggard white horse. A dark mantle fluttered across the figure's shoulders, and as he flew past, two burning eyes stared at me out of a pale face.

Where there is a great deal of light, the shadows are deeper.

Where there is a great deal of light, the shadows are deeper. JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

As a response, she turned toward him with her phone, took a shot. The flash was off - she didn't like the flash, it was too garish, too bold - and what resulted of him in that photo was this half-dark shadow. But it showed his shape, and she liked that. A silhouette she enjoyed.

the black, two-wheeled

The fatal gesture passed like the tail of a falling star across the blackness of the contemplated crime.

Rolling orange fire silhouetted him from behind, backlighting the warrior's broad shoulders and casual, long-legged stride. As he strolled away from the inferno, the ends of his loose black coat winged out behind him like a cape befitting the prince of darkness himself. "Holy hell," Brock murmured. "Tegan.

The material was wrinkled, yet even in the low light it remembered the shape of two bodies.

I looked out of the window and saw him sitting in the early rays of the sun, a dark silhouette in the sand, motionless as a rock, and knew at once that I had substituted one memory for another and that this one would leave me with as little peace as the other one had. I would exist in someone else's mind, without knowing who I was in there.

the dimming light seemed to make the house disappear into the sky

The headlights spilled over his shoulders, silhouetting his shadow on the concrete wall. He stared at it. It stared back.

The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.

The shadow figures outside.