Shadow Quotes
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Corrupt influence, which is itself the perennial spring of all prodigality, and of all disorder; which loads us, more than millions of debt; which takes away vigor from our arms, wisdom from our councils, and every shadow of authority and credit from the most venerable parts of our constitution.
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The silhouette was named for Etienne de Silhouette, the notoriously stingy finance minister for Louis XV, who ironically was himself incapable of casting a shadow, due to lycanthropy.
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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Well, in Angel of Hope, Amber ends up going in her sister's stead. The focus of that book and the next one coming out, Angel of Love, is how she finds her way out of her sister's shadow and into herself. That's really what those two novels are based on.
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…surely that sneered-at suburban life was more stable than this shadow life…in a country where no involvement was possible…better than the sordid dalliance that soothed me after work?
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A person without a shadow should keep out of the sun, that is the only safe and rational plan.
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I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.
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When I was writing The Shadow of the Glen I got more aid than any learning could have given me from a chink in the floor of the old Wicklow house where I was staying, that let me hear what was being said by the servent girls in the kitchen.
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I am Providence, and Providence is myself-together, indissolubly as one, we stand thro' the ages; a fixt monument set aeternally in the shadow of Durfee's ice-clad peak!
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As long as politics is the shadow cast on society by big business, the attenuation of the shadow will not change the substance.
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I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light. I must introduce myself to it.
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Shadow is the diminution alike of light and of darkness, and stands between darkness and light.
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Know, my son, that the enemy will always be with you. He will be in the shadow of your dreams and in your living flesh, for he is the other part of yourself.
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Truly great people emit a light that warms the hearts of those around them. When that light has been put out, a heavy shadow of despair descends.
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An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her with a vague anguish...like a shadow... a mist passing across her soul's summer day.
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As we move into an era in which personal devices are seen as proxies for public needs, we run the risk that already-existing inequities will be further entrenched. Thus, with every big data set, we need to ask which people are excluded. Which places are less visible? What happens if you live in the shadow of big data sets?
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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Yeah I'm in love with the girl in the four-wheel driveChrome steel bumpers and red step sideShe has a large time in her large machineMan I wonder how she gets up in that thingIt casts a big shadow sittin' in the sunShe's got it revved up rockin' ready to runAnd someday soon I'm gonna climb right upAnd take a little ride in her big ol' truck.
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Look closely at the Japanese; they draw admirably and yet in them you will see life outdoors and in the sun without shadows.
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The poet is like the earth's shadow. The sun moves, and the poet writes something down.
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The purpose of all opprobrious language is, not to describe, but to hurt - even when, like Hamlet, we make only the shadow-passes of a soliloquised combat. We call the enemy not what we think he is but what we think he would least like to be called.
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Don't take shadows too seriously. Reality is your only safety. Continue to reject illusion.
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Mind precedes all phenomena, mind matters most, everything is mind-made. If with an impure mind, you speak or act, then suffering follows you as the cartwheel follows the foot of the draft animal. If with a pure mind, you speak or act, then happiness follows you as a shadow that never departs.
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Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence.
