Quotes
Quotes about Shadows
Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the highest lights.
Come like shadows, so depart!
Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof and led by shallow Richmond.
And the greater shadows fall from the lofty mountains. [Lat., Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae.]
The best in this kind are but shadows. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows.
Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.
When the sun sets, shadows, that showed at noon But small, appear most long and terrible.
If o'er the dial glides a shade, redeem The time for lo! it passes like a dream; But if 'tis all a blank, then mark the loss Of hours unblest by shadows from the cross.
Superstitions are, for the most part, but the shadows of great truths.
Thoughts are the shadows of our sensationsâalways darker, emptier, simpler than these.
On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun of late afternoon the shadows of great branches reached across the river, and the trees took the river in their arms.
The sunbeams dropped Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche, Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim, As if the very Day paused and grew Eve.
The lengthening shadows wait The first pale stars of twilight.
Sweet shadows of twilight! how calm their repose, While the dewdrops fall soft in the breast of the rose! How blest to the toiler his hour of release When the vesper is heard with its whisper of peace!
Where deep and misty shadows float In forest's depths is heard thy note. Like a lost spirit, earthbound still, Art thou, mysterious whip-poor-will.
What folly can be ranker. Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
