There was nothing the matter out there. It was in here, with me. I decided I'd better go to work, maybe that would exorcise me. I fled from the room almost as though it were haunted. It was too late t...
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...
Living in the shadows is cold... know this before you go living there.
True power lies not in the spotlight, but in the influential shadows.
The bright the light is, the darker the shadows are.
Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.
Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.
My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself...
There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something different from either // Your shadow at morning striding behind you // Or your shado...
Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.
I turn my heart to the light and receive its beauty and nourishment. I turn my heart to the shadows as they reveal hues, shades and textures that contrast the light. I turn my heart to them both and e...
Gregory of Nyssa points out that Moses's vision of God began with the light, with the visible burning bush, the bush which was bright with fire and was not consumed; but afterwards, God spoke to him i...
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Cultivate the habit of zest. Purposefully seek out the beauty in the seemingly trivial. Especially in the trivial. The colors and shapes of the foods you eat. The shadows a vase makes on your table. T...
When the people whom we love the most leave us, we start learning to live with the shadows they have left inside us.
We Orientals find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and darkness which that thing provides.
He was a dim secondary social success -- and all with people who had truly not an idea of him. It was all mere surface sound, this murmur of their welcome, this popping of their corks -- just as his g...
Trez? iAm whispered, suddenly worried that the poison had eaten that brain up. Are you—All at once those long, strong arms wrapped around him and jerked him off his feet.And his brother was holding hi...
. . .after the shadows comes light.
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person's life.