Best 1022 quotes in «shadow quotes» category

The shadow of human life is traced upon a golden ground of immortal hope.

The shadow of years was not as big on his small body. He knew I was away . But when people left they always came back.

The shadows in the early morning don't tell much. The shadows rest at that time. So it's useless to gaze very early in the day. Around six in the morning the shadows wake up, and they are best around five in the afternoon. Then they are fully awake.

The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.

The shadow banking sector has played an important role in cleaning up toxic assets.

The shadow of my mother danced around the room to a tune that my own shadow sang.

The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst.

The shadows of Ina-Karekh are the place where nightmares dwell, but not their source. Never forget: the shadowlands are not elsewhere. We create them. They are within.

The shadows of twilight grow, And the tiger’s ancient fierceness In my veins begins to flow.

The shadow of crisis has passed, and the State of the Union is strong.

The shadow proves the sunshine.

The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.

The shadow of fear and uncertainty lies over most of us; for us the future seems far from being as clear and open as we believed it would be.

The shadows didn't seem as dark as usual. Not with my personal sun along.

The shadow disguises itself in our projections, when we react intensely to a trait in others that we fail to see in ourselves.

The silence of a flower: a kind of silence which we continually evade, of which we find only the shadow in dreams.

The smallest hair throws its shadow. [Ger., Das kleinste Harr wirft seinen Schatten.]

The source of my power and strength is God, and I know it, without a shadow of a doubt.

The spirit of her invincible heart guided her through the shadows.

The Stormlight rising from his exposed skin was enough to illuminate the chasm, and it cast shadows on the walls as he ran. Those seemed to become figures, crafted by the bones and branches stretching from the heaps on the ground. Bodies and souls. His movement made the shadows twist, as if turning to regard him.

The sun was trembling on the brink of the world, the shadows at their longest, and they still had several kilometers to go.

The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.

The thing about shadows is that they're not all darkness. You need to have light to have shadows. So just look for it.

The torrent of the reaching shade Broke shadow into all its parts, What then had been of shadow made Found exigence in fits and starts.

The true theater, because it moves and makes use of living instruments, continues to stir up shadows where life has never ceased to grope its way.

The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.' 'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow. 'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.

The vanishing, volatile froth of the present which any shadow will alter, any thought blow away, any event annihilate, is every moment converted into the adamantine.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

The view of the moon that we've been having recently is really spectacular. It fills about three-quarters of the hatch window, and of course we can see the entire circumference even though part of it is in complete shadow and part of it is in earthshine. It's a view worth the price of the trip.

. . . the wellspring for the passion that drove public speech and action in behalf of the environment was in large part religious and ethical. Environmentalism, in short, had become one version of nature religion in the lingering shadow of American transcendentalism.

The wounded limb shrinks from the slightest touch; and a slight shadow alarms the nervous. [Lat., Membra reformidant mollem quoque saucia tactum: Vanaque sollicitis incutit umbra metum.]

The world is all a carcass and vanity, The shadow of a shadow, a play And in one word, just nothing.

The world is always somewhat vicious. I take that as a given, but at various times in various circumstances that fact will be no more than a shadow or an echo behind some poem. Other times it will be more manifest. I try to write myself into articulations of half-felt, half-known feelings, without program. I'm always working toward getting my world and, hopefully, the world outside of me into a version that makes sense of it. Viciousness requires the same precision as love does.

The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his desires were as warm and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue.

The world is in balance . To light a candle is to cast a shadow.

...They cannot escape their history any more than you yourself can lose your shadow.

They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl . . . an aria of fear made audible. The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.

They stared out their window at night enough to know where the darkest shadows lay, and it was to the darkest shadows they kept.

They continued to watch each other from across the room, both frozen for a moment by the shadow of distant possibilities.

This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affectations glow and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn.

This world is nothing. It is at best only a hideous caricature, a shadow of the Real. We must go to the Real. Renunciation will take us to It. Renunciation is the very basis of our true life; every moment of goodness and real life that we enjoy is when we do not think of ourselves.

This life is a shadowy thing, lad. We live in a crowded space of lights and shadows, and when left to ourselves, we all too often fail to see the brightest light of all.

Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood let alone believed by the masses.

Thus shadow owes its birth to light.

Through the eclipse of large areas of the self, by repression and inhibition as well as by idealization and externalization, the individual loses sight of himself; he feels, if he does not actually become, like a shadow without weight and substance.

Thus, in a middle course between these heights and depths, they drifted through life rather than lived, the prey of aimless days and sterile memories, like wandering shadows that could have acquired substance only by consenting to root themselves in the solid earth of their distress.

To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement.

To abandon the present in order to look for things in the future is to throw away the substance and hold onto the shadow.

To behold the day-break! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.

To contemplate is to look at shadows.