Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.
She couldn't live in denial of her own humanity.
You’re not going to campus. You’re going out to get drunk and play with other ladies’ boobies.” - Kye
The part of her that should have been disgusted was numb.
She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.
Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well.
Assassination is an art, milord. And I am the city's most accomplished artist.
A true diamond never over shadows... it's the brilliance of the subtle shine that's the most attractive.
For a seriously autistic kid, the best prognosis might be getting into a mainstream school without being too much of a shadow. For a moderately autistic kid the best prognosis is full recovery.
It will bring you light even among the darkest shadows of this world and others
With some CGI, I think the brain slightly perceives that things aren't real. There's no gravity, the light's not quite real, the shadows aren't quite real.
The city's all brightness and shadow, deckle-edged, bluer than air-there's no help anywhere-you no longer know how to listen.
Anybody who tries to change society without first examining the family, is trying to push a shadow without moving a statue.
Growing up in Pakistan in the 1980s, I lived in the shadow of a tyrannical state.
Philosophically speaking, shadows of people are friendlier than people themselves because they come together very easily!
On twitter, you may have a zero follower; but in real life, this is not possible because everyone has a shadow!
Still there are some, braver and more valiant than their peers, who face their demons head on, staring defiantly into the shadows, demanding forgiveness.
In the fulfillment of every divine destiny, there are seasons of shadows and season of sunshine, recognizing the season makes the journey beautiful.
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.
He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection.
So, how can I try to be someone I didn't really even know?
