shadow quotes
His name was Shadow, short for ShadowThat Comes in Sight, an old Indian name, Apache or Cheyenne. I very much approved of this.You don't want dogs called Spot or Pooch.You don't want dogs called Nigel or Keith. The names of dogs should salute the mystical drama of the animal life. Shadowthat's a good name.
For we are strangers before thee, and soujourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.
Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: Job he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings.
The children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.
The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.
And a manshall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
Race prejudice isnot onlya shadowover the coloredit is a shadow over all of us, and the shadow is darkest over those who feel it least and allow its evil effects to go on.
The seal is set.Now welcome, thou dread power! Nameless, yet thus omnipotent, which here Walk'st in the shadow of the midnight hour With a deep awe, yet all distinct from fear; Thy haunts are ever where the dead walls rear Their ivy mantles, and the solemn scene Derives from thee a sense so deep and clear That we become a part of what has been, And grow unto the spot, all-seeing but unseen.
Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.
And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the shadow.
My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
Are you at ease now? Is your heart at rest? Now you have got a shadow, an umbrella To keep the scorching world's opinion From your fair credit. 328
The knowledge that you can have is inexhaustible, and what is inexhaustible is benevolent. The knowledge that you cannot have is of the riddles of birth and death, of our future destinyand the purposes of God. Here there is no knowledge, but illusions that restrict freedom and limit hope. Accept the mystery behind knowledge: It is not darkness but shadow.
A little while and I will be gone from among you, whither I cannot tell. From nowhere we came, into nowhere we go.What is Life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is as the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Is an institution always a man's shadow shortened in the sun, the lowest common denominator of everybody in it?
Mrs Kennedy isgoing to marry Aristotle Socrates Onassis! I feel strangely freer! No shadow walks behind me down the halls of the White House.
Come, let us here enjoy the shade; For love in shadow best is made. Though envy oft his shadow be, None brooks the sunlight worse than he.
The sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings.
Sucede que me canso de mis pies y mis un as y mi pelo y mi sombra. Sucede que me canso de ser hombre. I happen to be tired of my feet and my nails and my hair and my shadow. I happen to be tired of being a man.
Gott ist tot: aber so wie die Art der Menschen ist, wird es vielleicht nochJahrtausende lang H o« hlen geben, in denen man seinen Schatten zeigt.Und wirwir mu« ssen auch noch seinen Schatten besiegen! God is dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years inwhich his shadow will be shown.And wewe still have to vanquish his shadow, too.
What's freedom for? To know eternity. I swear she cast a shadow white as stone. But who would count eternity in days? These old bones live to learn her wanton ways: (I measure time by how a body sways).
In ancient shadows and twilights Where childhood had strayed, The world's great sorrows were born And its heroes were made. In the lost boyhood of Judas, Christ was betrayed.
Tu es le Corps, Dame, et je suis ton ombre. You are the body, lady, and I am your shadow.
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us,visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower.
With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovestbut ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
He has out-soared the shadow of our night; Envyand calumnyand hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain.
Who live under the shadow of war, What can I do that matters?
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
The Shadow cloaked from head to foot, Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
The last light has gone out of the world, except This moonlight lying on the grass like frost Beyond the brink of the tall elm's shadow.
Ours is a precarious language, as every writer knows, in which the merest shadow line often separates affirmation from negation, sense from nonsense, and one sex from another.
According to Pliny, painting was brought to Egypt by Gyges of Lydia; for he says that Gyges once saw his own shadow cast by the light of a fire and instantly drew his own outline on the wall with a piece of charcoal.
I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright, And round beneath it,Time in hours, days, years Driven by the spheres Like a vast shadow moved.
Always remember, sir, that light and shadow never stand still.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! We will not see them; will not go, To-day, nor yet to-morrow; Enough if in our hearts we know There's such a place asYarrow. BeYarrow stream unseen, unknown; It must, or we shall rue it: We have a vision of our own, Ah! why should we undo it? The treasured dreams of times long past, We'll keep them, winsome Marrow! For when we're there, although 'tis fair, 'Twill be another Yarrow!
That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone!
The horse that comes from the road, The rider, the birds that range From cloud to tumbling cloud, Minute by minute they change; A shadow of cloud on the stream Changes minute by minute; A horse-hoof slides on the brim, And a horse plashes within it; The long-legged moor-hens dive, And hens to moor-cocks call; Minute by minute they live: The stone's in the midst of all.
Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
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