PROOF, n. Evidence having a shade more of plausibility than of unlikelihood. The testimony of two credible witnesses as opposed to that of only one.
Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across 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.
It's not always clear where a healthy patriotism shades into a dangerous nationalism.
He speaks truly who speaks the shade.
There is a point when a personal opinion shades off into an error of fact.
And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns awayAll shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
You might see some of the movies that I'm in where there are shades of drama or whatever, but for the most part, I don't get offered serious roles.
The intellectual attainments of a man who thinks for himself resemble a fine painting, where the light and shade are correct, the tone sustained, the colour perfectly hamonized; it is true to life.
If anything she was a shade too plump, but she knew the ninety-seven ways of making love that the Hindus are supposed to set much store by―though mind you, it is all nonsense, for the seventy-fourth position turns out to be the same as the seventy-third, but with your fingers crossed.
and when they pulled her from the wreck, you know, she still had on her shades
To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time.
Life is a canvas of many strokes where shades from different palettes meet into a picture so concrete that some forget it is their own, so become framed themselves.
I couldn't resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown. He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell, it was dark and I was lying down.
God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.
Astrology is a sickness, not a science. . . It is a tree under the shade of which all sorts of superstitions thrive.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Let us go over, and sit in the shade of the trees.