Shadow Quotes
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See! he sinksWithout a word; and his ensanguined bierIs vacant in the west, while far and nearBehold! each coward shadow eastward shrinks,Thou dost not strive, O sun, nor dost thou cryAmid thy cloud-built streets.
Frederick William Faber
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I'm directing episode 10 of the new season of 'Dollhouse' and couldn't be more thrilled. I've visited the set several times in the last year and a half to shadow Joss and other directors in order to prepare. It was important for me to get a feeling for the crew and how they interact.
John Cassaday
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This is reality, whether you like it or not--all those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.
Willa Cather
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I discovered by working with actual glass models that the important thing is the play of reflections and not the effect of light and shadow, as in ordinary buildings.
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
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Terror, terror, terror. Life was a reign o terror in the shadow of the guillotine.
Paulo Coelho
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What is a body that casts no shadow? Nothing, a formlessness, two-dimensional, a comic-strip character. If I deny my own profound relationship with evil I deny my own reality. I cannot do, or make; I can only undo, unmake.
Ursula K. Le Guin
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Again the shadow moveth o'erThe dial-plate of time.
John Greenleaf Whittier
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Before my book, the most common assessment of Eleanor Marx is "Yes, she's great but basically she's in the shadow of her father." Absolute bollocks. She fought him, she resisted, and she was not a kind of trocadateur of his ideas.
Rachel Holmes
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A people always ends by resembling its shadow.
Rudyard Kipling
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Having been in Hollywood as a shadow, as someone who is almost invisible, I can see fame for what it is.
Alex Kingston
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Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The great men of earth are the shadow men, who, having lived and died, now live again and forever through their undying thoughts. Thus living, though their footfalls are heard no more, their voices are louder than the thunder, and unceasing as the flow of tides or air.
Henry Ward Beecher
