Above all shadows rides the sun.
We are linked by our shadows, not by our light.
Those you love leave behind their shadows to walk, always, with you in the form of memories.
You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.
A water snake glided smoothly up the pool, twisting its periscope head from side to side; and it swam the length of the pool and came to the legs of a motionless heron that stood in the shadows. A silent head and beak lanced down and plucked it out by the head, and the beak swallowed the little snake while its tail waved frantically.
You can disguise any set with lights and shadows.
Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!
There was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves
And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows.
If we have had no past, it is well for us to look hopefully to the future - for the shadows bear the promise of a brighter coming day.
The shadows didn't seem as dark as usual. Not with my personal sun along.
Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
For human words are like shadows, and shadows are incapable of explaining light and between shadow and light there is the opaque body from which words are born.
The thing is, you don't get to know. It's not like you wake up with a bad feeling in your stomach. You don't see shadows where there shouldn't be any. You don't remember to tell your parents you love them or--in my case--remember to say good-bye to them at all.
For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
Even the most solid of things, and the most real, the best-loved and the well-known, are only hand shadows on the wall. Empty space and points of light.
We've turned off all the lights in the living room to make hand shadows. We've got this big flashlight aimed at the wall. I make the silhouette of my hand into a duck. Robin makes his into a rabbit. Now my duck kisses his rabbit And-POOF!- it turns into a turkey. And for some reason this strikes us as hysterically funny. But you probably had to be there.
Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us.
I couldn’t see Pritkin’s face very well, just a pale blur against the shadows, but he didn’t sound happy. Some people thought he had only one mode. . . pissed off. In reality, he had plenty of them. Over the past few weeks, I’d learned to tell the difference between real pissed off, impatient pissed off and scared pissed off. I suspected that this was the last kind. If so, that made two of us.