Shadows Quotes

“And the darkness felt suddenly like home again.

Like a familiar place in the shadows
where we used to meet.”
― Laura Chouette

“As long as the sun does not set in your mind, darkness will be nothing but a weak shadow in your life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When even shadows need shadows to cool off, you must know that the weather is incredibly hot!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The key to feeling absolutely alive in your own skin lies in your ability to transform or channel your hardships and dark shadows into sensual energy.”
― Lebo Grand

“If you eliminate my shadows, I'll be nothing special.”
― Lebo Grand

“Their love was like two
matches in a wind storm.
They did everything they
could to protect their flame.
Even if that meant they
got burned along the way.”
― Susan Bocinec Terry, Lost and Found: Shadows of Love

“Don’t give me those
blue eyes please,
I’ve already given
up on our dreams.
Nothing can bring
back the times where
only memories reside.”
― Susan Bocinec Terry, Lost and Found: Shadows of Love

“The worst of humanity comes out in the shadows.”
― Sarah Pekkanen, An Anonymous Girl

“Our shadows still walk these streets. Like ghosts, they haunt our every move.”
― D. Michael Hardy, Pain and Longing: Poetry and Photography

“The eyes of the sad souls become friends with shadows, not with lights!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“As I walk through this valley of shadows and death I curse not the wicked, I praise not the blessed.”
― Chris Motionless

“Cool, crisp sheets,
an unfolding night
with warm scents
of you left behind
in the morning light.”
― Susan Bocinec Terry, Lost and Found: Shadows of Love

“Your name is stifled
in my throat
rising and falling
with every breath.
I keep you in silence
no longer saying a word.
Holding you there
cautiously for the sake of
your peace, speaking only
from the beat in my chest.”
― Susan Bocinec Terry, Lost and Found: Shadows of Love

“We all remember
that moment in time.
After that nothing
was ever the same.
We've been clinging
one or the other yet
all it causes is pain.”
― Susan Bocinec Terry, Lost and Found: Shadows of Love

“Sometimes our shadow looks more alike to us than ourselves!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If a shadow begins to think of itself as light, what should we say to him? Don't say anything, just bring him to the light!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The Everglades have a sinister, beguiling beauty, shadows dark and mysterious, a holocaust of secrets upon secrets upon secrets; and you can’t help but wonder how many layers there are, how many are yet to come.”
― Foster Kinn, Freedom's Rush II: More Tales from the Biker and the Beast

“Light. I took to watching it on the spring trees, noticing how it turned the delicate new leaves translucent. I observed the way it threw shadows against walls; tossed stardust across the surface of the water; made filigree on the ground where it fell through wrought-iron railings. I wanted to touch it, this marvelous tool. To hold it in my fingertips the way I did the tiny objects on my father's workbench.”
― Kate Morton, The Clockmaker's Daughter

“This man I know,
an object of wonder.
Broken most days.
Smiles with matching
clouds despite his
laughter like thunder.

s.b.”
― Susan Bocinec Terry, Lost and Found: Shadows of Love

“Rushing my lips,
touching me boldly.
Taking, taking as
though he was the wind.
He took my breath away.”
― Susan Bocinec Terry, Lost and Found: Shadows of Love

“Music for him was a way to
show his love and desire for me.
It was beautiful and raw.
But it was his escape route as well.
It took him inward, away from
restraints and walls.

He could feel the music wash over him,
the lyrics taking his thoughts wherever
they needed to be in those moments.
He lived for dreams and fantasies.
He was full of humor and charm, yet if
it weren't for his love of music his life
was overwhelmingly dull.”
― Susan Bocinec Terry, Lost and Found: Shadows of Love

“I urge you to listen.
I beg you to pay attention
for these are the most important words
I will ever pen:
Do not succumb to the half-life!
To the indifference and apathy of those cool
and aloof individuals. Nothing affects them,
their lover cries out desperately for affection
but they shrug their shoulders—for they are always shrugging—
and transcend the messy drama of the human situation.
O this transcendental invincibility—I tell you: the shit
of the bull! We are not gods. We are human.
Even Christ chose immanence
so He could feel as the people felt,
suffer as they did.
You must revel in your neuroses,
your sensitivities and sensibilities.
Burn your excitable character, do not extinguish
this fire. Stay within.
Taste the immediacy of living.
Be in life with others.
Do not yield to the hypocrisy
the world demands!
Do not succumb to the shadows,
to the half-light, to the half-life.
We are not gods.
Be human.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“The terrors of the land beyond, and the deed to be done there, seemed remote, too far off yet to trouble him. All his mind was bent on getting through of over this impenetrable wall and guard. If once he could do that impossible thing, then somehow the errand would be accomplished, or so it seemed to him in that dark hour of weariness, still labouring in the stony shadows under Cirith Ungol.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“He clutched at his chest, trying to find the pendant that hung there, to hold onto the reality of it, the reality of his age and the time in which he was living, but the shadows surrounded him on all sides and the fear grew in his heart and he was only a frightened little boy.”
― Noor Al-Shanti, Children of the Dead City

“When the shadows in the sun roll on, we listen to a slow, slow song.”
― Mike Skinner

“He eased back on his cushions and noticed the light of the lamp throwing strange shadows around him. He could not relax any more. In his mind now, the entire trip was beginning to assume the character of a somber joke.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“He sped down Melrose Avenue, skating from shade to shade to the deeper darkness along the north-facing shops. Papers fluttered and leaves trembled in his wake. Outside a dress boutique two girls turned, startled by the change in air he had caused. They glanced at each other and laughed.
The dark pretty one whispered, "Someone just walked over our graves."
That made them laugh again, but Stanton sensed more. He twirled back and savored their fear. He wanted to drop into his body and become solid in front of them but he didn't have time. Instead he whispered, "Death is riding on the wind."
Their eyes shot open and he sucked in that terror.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Sacrifice

“When he was hidden in shadows, he looked up at the night sky. He had no choice. He pressed his hands against his forehead, trying to think of another possibility. There was none.
He wiped at the hot tears stinging his eyes, then slowly he lifted his arms to the fathomless black sky. He could endure anything if he knew Serena was safe. Anything.
"Father of night and evil, I call you." A primitive vibration trembled in the air. He knew the Atrox was near.
"Allow me to cross over and become your servant again."
A deadly cold throbbed through him with the ancient rhythm of evil.
"I come freely," Stanton added and felt something collapse inside him. "Take me back to the night."
Spears of lightning crackled across the sky and a concussion boomed through the earth, releasing the sulfurous smells of hell. Then a raven-black cloud seeped up from the ground and hovered around him.
Stanton held an image of Serena's face deep inside him as he breathed the icy spirit of the Atrox back into his body. The chill seeped deep inside him, wintry tentacles reaching down to his bones. The Atrox embraced him and welcomed him back to its congregation. Its raw power surged through him and when Stanton opened his eyes, he again ruled the night.
The world around him seemed sharper now, as if he could see in the dark. His pain was gone and in its place he felt a dark joy. He grinned as the wild rapture seized him. This time he was no longer invitus. Evil pulsed through him without guilt or worry, consequence or remorse. He breathed in the feel of it, then leaned back and became a black mist, hissing into the air.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Sacrifice

“No one can dance better than his own shadow and no shadow can dance better than its own owner!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Sensuality is knowing deep down within yourself that you’re going to be okay no matter what happens. It’s having faith that you’re fundamentally worthy whether you get what you want or don’t.”
― Lebo Grand