Best 1022 quotes in «shadow quotes» category

People may implant their footprints in our walk of life and engrave their seal in our thinking; and their shadow may escort us throughout our whole life, remaining steady companions or permanent witnesses. They can, then, become points of reference that we can consult at any time. ("Not without you")

People who avoid shadow scare me.

Remember, thy own shadow isn't far from thyself; in reality, it always follows thee, even in complete darkness (and in silence).

shadow side: (n.) self you encounter when you do not look in the mirror.

Shadow is Light’s child. It is nothing without the Light, and nothing if it falls into Darkness.

Shadows of doubt will always fall behind you when you keep your face towards the sunshine. Believe in God; face the brighter light and cast behind the dark shadows!

Some there be that shadow kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm racing with my own shadow

She's in the Catskill," Shopie began, but Scathach reached over and pinched her hand. "Ouch!" I just wanted to distract you," Scathach explained. "Don't even think about Black Annis. There are some names that should never be spoken aloud." That like saying don't think of elephants, Josh said, "and then all you can think about is elephants." Then let me give you something else to think about," Scathach said softly. "There are two police officers in the window staring at us. Don't look," she added urgently. Too late. Josh turned to look and whatever crossed his face--shock, horror, guilt or fear--bought both officers racing into the cafe, one pulling his automatic from its holster, the other speaking urgently into his radio as he drew his baton.

Sometimes shadow are even precious but every time her single glimpse flows me away.

Sometimes the moon is light and sometimes it’s in shadow, but you should always remember it’s the same moon.

Questa luce, cioè la storia, è spietata; essa ha questo di strano e di divino, e cioè che quantunque sia luce, e precisamente perché è luce, mette spesso dell'ombra là dove si vedono raggi; dello stesso uomo fa due fantasmi differenti, e l'uno attacca l'altro, e ne fa giustizia, e le tenebre del despota lottano con lo splendore del capitano. Da qui, una misura più vera nell'apprezzamento definitivo dei popoli. Babilonia violata diminuisce Alessandro; Roma incatenata diminuisce Cesare; Gerusalemme uccisa diminuisce Tito. La tirannia segue il tiranno. E' una sventura per un uomo lasciare dietro di sé dell'ombra che ha la forma sua.

Sometimes our shadow looks more alike to us than ourselves!

Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows.

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

Stop living in the shadows of another. You've been given everything needed to live a purposed filled life. Don't be a second rate version of yourself.

That if a thing is defined in contrast that's what life is, the shadow of death. So the mystery of death couldn't be the bad thing, because without it there wouldn't be life. The badness was life, just happening, as essential a part of the good as the good. And what was there to do but to take it as it comes and to hope, to hope constantly and carnally and with no time to lose.

That I feed the beggar, that I forgive an insult, that I love my enemy in the name of Christ, all these are undoubtedly great virtues. What I do unto the least o’ my brethren, that I do unto Christ. But what if I should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all beggars, the most impudent of all offenders, yeah, the very fiend himself, that these are within me, and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness, that I myself am the enemy who must be loved. What then? Then, as a rule, the whole truth of Christianity is reversed: there is then no more talk of love and long-suffering; we say to the brother within us “Raca,” and condemn and rage against ourselves. We hide him from the world, we deny ever having met this least among the lowly in ourselves, and had it been God himself who drew near to us in this despicable form, we should have denied him a thousand times before a single cock had crowed.

That's not my shadow, that's my darkness.

That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost from the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then

The beauty of shadow comes from the beauty of light!

Sometime the witch hunting takes on atrocious dimensions — the Nazi persecution of Jews, the Salem witch trials, the Ku Klux Klan scapegoating of blacks. Notice, however, that in all such cases the persecutor hates the persecuted for precisely those traits that the persecutor displays with a glaringly uncivilized fury. At other times, the witch hunt appears in less terrifying proportions—the cold war fear of a "Commie under every bed," for instance. And often, it appears in comic form—the interminable gossip about everybody else that tells you much more about the gossiper than about the object of gossip. But all of these are instances of individuals desperate to prove that their own shadows belong to other people. Many men and women will launch into tirades about how disgusting homosexuals are. Despite how decent and rational they otherwise try to behave, they find themselves seized with a loathing of any homosexual, and in an emotional outrage will advocate such things as suspending gay civil rights (or worse). But why does such an individual hate homosexuals so passionately? Oddly, he doesn’t hate the homosexual because he is homosexual; he hates him because he sees in the homosexual what he secretly fears he himself might become. He is most uncomfortable with his own natural, unavoidable, but minor homosexual tendencies, and so projects them. He thus comes to hate the homosexual inclinations in other people—but only because he first hates them in himself. And so, in one form or another, the witch hunt goes. We hate people "because," we say, they are dirty, stupid, perverted, immoral.... They might be exactly what we say they are. Or they might not. That is totally irrelevent, however, because we hate them only if we ourselves unknowingly possess the despised traits ascribed to them. We hate them because they are a constant reminder of aspects of ourselves that we are loathe to admit. We are starting to see an important indicator of projection. Those items in the environment (people or things) that strongly affect us instead of just informing us are usually our own projections. Items that bother us, upset us, repulse us, or at the other extreme, attract us, compel us, obsess us—these are usually reflections of the shadow. As an old proverb has it, I looked, and looked, and this I came to see: That what I thought was you and you, Was really me and me.

The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse if imagination amend them.

The most reliable friend you have is your shadow.

The cern paled, and all the courageous which accompanied him into the conversation was now all done away. He shrunk back, his audacity dwizzening under the teneberous gloom of the giant’s long shadow. He turned to entreat the help of his fellow soldiers with desperate looks, but there was little more than half of the regiments left behind him, all of them unwilling to intervene, and his bowels rumbled, his heart sinking into the grave of conscience, and never had he felt more mistaken in his conduct.

The Fall, a time when the illusion of the Maya fades away, a freedom from the identification with the illusory persona. For as the trees let go of their leaves to embrace the new season each year, there is no need to fight the shadows that form the illusion or the masks that form our egoic personas, but rather enjoy the illusion for what it is and find the freedom to accept and play a role outside of identification.

Stop. J'en suis sorti. Des souvenirs. Du passé. Mais tôt ou tard les choses que tu as laissé derrière toi te rattrapent. Et les choses les plus simples, quand tu es amoureux, te semblent les plus belles. Parce que leur simplicité n'a pas d'égal. Et j'ai envie de crier. Dans ce silence qui fait mal. Stop. Laisse tomber. Reprends-toi. Voilà. Fermé. A double tour. Au fond du cœur, bien au fond. Dans ce jardin. Quelques fleurs, un peu d'ombre et puis la douleur. Mets-les là, cache les bien surtout, là où personne ne peut les voir. Là où toi tu ne peux pas les voir.

There is absolutely nothing that can harm the shadow. Nothing. I advise you strongly not try.

The radiance of that which wants to be born illuminates the shadows, bringing them into the light of awareness that they may be healed.

There are moments when we all step away from the light...

There was nothing the matter out there. It was in here, with me. I decided I'd better go to work, maybe that would exorcise me. I fled from the room almost as though it were haunted. It was too late to stop off at a breakfast counter now. I didn't want any, anyway. My stomach kept giving little quivers. In the end I didn't go to work, either. I couldn't, I wouldn't have been any good. I telephoned in that I was too ill to come, and it was no idle excuse, even though I was upright on my two legs. I roamed around the rest of the day in the sunshine. Wherever the sunshine was the brightest, I sought and stayed in that place, and when it moved on I moved with it. I couldn't get it bright enough or strong enough. I avoided the shade, I edged away from it, even the slight shade of an awning or of a tree. And yet the sunshine didn't warm me. Where others mopped their brows and moved out of it, I stayed - and remained cold inside. And the shade was winning the battle as the hours lengthened. It outlasted the sun. The sun weakened and died; the shade deepened and spread. Night was coming on, the time of dreams, the enemy. ("Nightmare")

There is no man in this world that God created to be a shadow of other people

There is no shadow without the sun. No suffering without divinity. No fear without love. No despair without desire. No hopelessness without faith.

The sun's brightness painted our shadows on the ground.

The sun glowed over them, throwing a miniature shadow on the road. Warm air was accompanying the heating of the day and the fluttering of leaves made multiple shadows dancing on the footpath. They could imagine fairies in the sky, dancing with the air, throwing their shadows near their plastic home.

The most beautiful of human things are born in the shadows and thrive there and are endangered by light

The true essence of the soul is revealing when we embrace the light and shadows within ourselves.

Things are just things, they can't bring back the dead.It just makes me feel better. - Hiiragi

To live in the shadow of another person...to desire to be adored as that person is....is the weakest ambition of all. Find yourself. Be loved as yourself.

Truth is so beautiful that its shadow could win a beauty contest.

To love, to live, to feel so much that your world keeps spinning, faster and faster, in that wonderful, chaotic mess of humanity that you’d so hastily give up. Immortality is overrated. It is nothing but the ability to live through it all and not experience a single thing, to eat everything without tasting it at all." Isak’s eyes shone with a desperate need. He wanted, more than anything it seemed, to be like me, when all I wanted was to be like him.

Trying to impose our personal agenda on someone else’s experience is the shadow side of love, while real love recognizes that life unfolds at its own pace.

Turn and face the Light, and all you see is Brightness. Turn and face Shadow, and all of Life will appear before you.

Welcome the small cracking of your hard-clodded shell, Embrace the warm sting of tears, Kiss the shadow which frightens you awake as you turn the corners of your day, Love the whole of everything, Smooth sunshine skies and Jagged edges Which all seek us out in Constant whisper and touch To say, 'hello, Beautiful. You’re alive

We curl around our own pain until we can’t see beyond ourselves. You want to walk on? Walk out of that shadow.

We tarot lovers tend to be the sensual sort. We trade in shadow and gloom because we are willing to brave the literal and figurative darkness.

What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it?

When even shadows need shadows to cool off, you must know that the weather is incredibly hot!

When a shadow looks very beautiful, we forget to look at its owner!

They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man that is will shadow The man that pretends to be.