Best 147 quotes in «shadows quotes» category

Trees surrounded them from all sides, casting long inky shadows that would, at another time, have been scary. But there was no point in being scared of what might be lurking in the shadows when the biggest bad, of all big bads, was gazing at her intently.

True power lies not in the spotlight, but in the influential shadows.

Trying to get prosperity through seed of faith is running after shadows

Try to think of it as though we are rewriting history––the first time this experience occurred you and I never kissed in this Dream Machine room. But now when we leave here, and open our eyes again near the wall around the center of Constance, that kiss will be included in our memories of the day we first met. We could spend a lifetime recreating this moment here, meanwhile, not a single second of our lives would slip by back in our reality. Time seems to move differently inside of our memories.

Usually she looked all bright and sunshiny, but the dark stones captured something else in her, the shadows flitting across her face and along the curve of her collarbone.

We all remember that moment in time. After that nothing was ever the same. We've been clinging one or the other yet all it causes is pain.

We are dust and shadows ~gates of the London Institute

We believe that it is the job of each of us to step outside of ourselves, look beyond the shadows, and seek reality. If we hope to present an authentic self to the world, it is critical that we understand what is real and true about ourselves. So how do we begin to see our companies, our brands, our products, or ourselves as we really are ? For us, the best way to start is to stop watching shadows and start facing reality.

We can’t see the true characters of those who lurk in the shade until they are exposed to the light…

We crave someone to love, chase someone to hate, and demand someone else decide who receives which fate.

We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates.

We like the shadows. That's where all the power is.

we said we would be to each other as two voices, who shadows.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight of his body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed against my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.

What do you think? Should I forgive him?" "I think what he told you was an explanation, but it wasn't an excuse for how he behaved. If you forgive him, do it for yourself, not for him. It's a waste of your time to be angry," Magnus said, "when you're one of the most loving people I've known.

What was a shadow, after all, but a shape in the moving world reduced to a projection of possibilities?

When an extraordinary place meets with an extraordinary light, extraordinary shadows suddenly pop out from nowhere and create the most extraordinary moments of life!

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!

When he was hidden in shadows, he looked up at the night sky. He had no choice. He pressed his hands against his forehead, trying to think of another possibility. There was none. He wiped at the hot tears stinging his eyes, then slowly he lifted his arms to the fathomless black sky. He could endure anything if he knew Serena was safe. Anything. "Father of night and evil, I call you." A primitive vibration trembled in the air. He knew the Atrox was near. "Allow me to cross over and become your servant again." A deadly cold throbbed through him with the ancient rhythm of evil. "I come freely," Stanton added and felt something collapse inside him. "Take me back to the night." Spears of lightning crackled across the sky and a concussion boomed through the earth, releasing the sulfurous smells of hell. Then a raven-black cloud seeped up from the ground and hovered around him. Stanton held an image of Serena's face deep inside him as he breathed the icy spirit of the Atrox back into his body. The chill seeped deep inside him, wintry tentacles reaching down to his bones. The Atrox embraced him and welcomed him back to its congregation. Its raw power surged through him and when Stanton opened his eyes, he again ruled the night. The world around him seemed sharper now, as if he could see in the dark. His pain was gone and in its place he felt a dark joy. He grinned as the wild rapture seized him. This time he was no longer invitus. Evil pulsed through him without guilt or worry, consequence or remorse. He breathed in the feel of it, then leaned back and became a black mist, hissing into the air.

When the shadows in the sun roll on, we listen to a slow, slow song.

When the sun is setting your shadow become much more popular than yourself because with the help of sunset your shadow become a great artist, creating the beautiful art of mystery!

When the wolf howls and the moon dims hope fades with the waning light. Evil lurks at every turn as shadows waltz across the ebony night. Behold the midnight hour where all of reason takes flight.

When we feel lost in time, with only shadows of the past living in our mind; when the moment, which “was", no longer "is” and when only silence remains, loads of questions arise. We can cry a river or we may wonder: “What went wrong?

When your shadow becomes more popular than you, then you know that the sun is setting!

When you leave the light behind you, shadows and darkness become your guide!

Wherever this is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.

Wherever there is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.

Who said death is dead? He's fully alive, traveling around the world, throwing shadows and soaking in the sun. Visiting the young and old; placing bets and dicing regrets, for the worse or a better off place.

Who would ever know the greater graces of comfort and perseverance, mercy and forgiveness, patience and courage, if no shadows fell over a life?

You do not insist that I love you but how can I help it when I hear your unbridled laughter? How can I deny it when I see your constellating freckles? You do not insist that I love you but how can I help it when your scent shadows me at night? How can I deny it when your beauty attacks me in the light? You do not insist that I love you, but I insist that I do.

We are nothing but shadows Fading away Trying to hold on to This bittersweet life That we call our own...

You have a passion, don’t give it up. You’ll need it to keep the shadows at bay when this world goes wrong.

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling

Your name is stifled in my throat rising and falling with every breath. I keep you in silence no longer saying a word. Holding you there cautiously for the sake of your peace, speaking only from the beat in my chest.

Where the piano is, there is one's treasure, as far as I am concerned....nothing, surely, is more delightful than sitting down at the piano on a summer day, and playing Chopin or Debussy while the natural sunlight drifts over one's shoulders through the vines outside, creating a filigree of shadow in the printed page...a shifting pattern of ghostly leaf and blossom that dances to the mood of the music.

...you want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ...

A boy who'd thrived in the shadows. Now he had to live in the light. To live . . . fiercely. To fight for every breath.

A cheerful music is a powerful light for the shadows of sorrow!

Although I don't know much about anything, I know that I have a story. I know that it is not over. There are shades and shadows of adventures and people and wild new places. Whatever Paris might turn out to be, and whatever Dr. Epstein is able to do, I want to be there to find out.

All that coastline we've been sailing pas is it, but I guess back in the Roman times it was called ... what'd you say, Jason? Bodacious?' 'Dalmatia', Nico said, making Jason jump. Holy Romulus ... Jason wished he could put a bell around Nico di Angelo's neck to remind him the guy was there. Nico has this disturbing habit of standing silently in the corner, blending into the shadows.

And the darkness felt suddenly like home again. Like a familiar place in the shadows where we used to meet.

And the heart sounds like a sour conch, calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic, scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves: the sea reports sonorously on its languid shadows, its green poppies.

A shadow archive and an archive of shadows, the literary architectonic demands a resistance to excessive illumination.

Ashes, ashes.” Her whispered words of an old rhyme smashed through the silence as thunder, and in unison, the shadow figures answered. “We all fall down.

A street full of shadows will teach you what life is much better than the street full of lights!

As I walk through this valley of shadows and death I curse not the wicked, I praise not the blessed.

As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.

As long as the sun does not set in your mind, darkness will be nothing but a weak shadow in your life!