Shadows of the world made shadows of the heart much deeper.
You're into her. You're into the girl we came here to kill.
Each moment of life is a step toward death.
To believe a thing is not to make it true.
There are worse prisons than words.
Never trust he who trusts everyone.
~ Faith lightens the path your shadowed mind has to walk ~
I got a statistic for you right now. Grab your pencil, Doug. There are five billion trees in the world. I looked it up. Under every tree is a shadow, right? So, then, what makes night? I'll tell you: shadows crawling out from under five billion trees...
Brannagh Maloney had lived with disappearances all her life. They were as familiar to her as the changing of the Fundy tides. People who disappeared left cast-off shadows of themselves, murky tremblings that slunk out of corners on drizzly autumn aft...
Homeward bound I suddenly noticed before me my own shadow as I had seen the shadow of the other war behind the actual one. During all this time it has never budged from me, that irremovable shadow, it hovers over every thought of mine by day and by n...
The tree casts its shadow on everything, even upon the woodcutter.
If you are eager to be in the shadow, leave your axe at home.
Life is a shadow and a mist; it passes quickly by, and is no more.
Understanding the shadow masculine or shadow feminine in oneself is crucial not only for enhancing one ’s own wholeness but for championing justice between genders and all diverse groups in the community. If the shadow is not recognized and dealt w...
Suddenly, the shadow disappeared through the wall! Maybe the shadow disappeared again.Can we please go back home now?I really don’t like it here & I’m scared! Julia pleaded. The shadow was standing by a very small cage, pointing its long, thin fi...
Ambassador Trentino: You didn't shadow Firefly? Chicolini: Oh, sure we shadow Firefly - we shadow him all day. Ambassador Trentino: But what day was that? Chicolini: Shadowday! [laughs loudly] Chicolini: That's-a some joke, eh, boss? [Trentino buries...
What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.
What type of world are we living in, if we're destroying books?
I surrender to it, and by surrendering, I control it.
To truly hate is an art one learns with time.
El vino convierte al sabio en necio, y al necio en sabio.
