Top 41 Quotes About Shadows Of Trees
#1. It was earliest morning, when even small trees cast long shadows and scarlet foxes trot denward through the dew like flecks of fire.
Gene Wolfe
#2. Starry Starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Don McLean
#3. I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless.
Kahlil Gibran
#4. I look out the window sometimes to seek the color of the shadows and the different greens in the trees, but when I get ready to paint I just close my eyes and imagine a scene.
Grandma Moses
#5. I felt all the ways in which this world seemed so, so enormous
the height of the trees, the hush and tick of the forest, the shift of the sunlight and shadows
but also so, so removed.
Emily M. Danforth
#6. Wait or me where the trees clear and the water's sweet. I'll come to ye, ay, as sure as dawn makes shadows run west.
Stephen King
#8. Oh my son," sighed Ama. "I was talking to the shadows of the pomegranate trees. At least they will be here when we are all gone.
Tariq Ali
#9. Shadows were too black, and when a breeze stirred the trees, the shadows changed in a disquieting way.
Stephen King
#10. I let myself go. I thought little of the houses and trees, but applied colour stripes and spots to the canvas ... Within me sounded the memory of early evening in Moscow - before my eyes was the strong, colour-saturated scale of the Munich light and atmosphere, which thundered deeply in the shadows.
Wassily Kandinsky
#11. It was growing dark, and somehow the shadows made it feel as if all the trees had taken a collective step towards the house, edging in to shut out the sky.
Ruth Ware
#12. Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!"
Dexter Kozen
#13. If one squinted into Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.
Maggie Stiefvater
#14. I kept watching the trees, as if I could see them grow or something. They didn't. The only thing that grew was their shadows.
L.E. Modesitt Jr.
#15. High trees cast long shadows. The happier and more blessed a woman's life is, the more duz she feel for them that are less blessed than she.
Marietta Holley
#16. The light faded slowly, retreating through the trees. The thick mossy trunks grew dense with shadow, edges still rimmed with a fugitive light that hid among the leaves, green shadows shifting with the sunset breeze.
Diana Gabaldon
#17. They spoke no more of the small news of
the Shire far away, nor of the dark shadows and perils that
encompassed them, but of the fair things they had seen in
the world together, of the Elves, of the stars, of trees, and the
gentle fall of the bright year in the woods.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#18. When you set a story in a real place, it breathes differently. You can sink to your knees and feel the dirt on your palms. The shadows in the trees are alive. It's almost like your story interrupts the terrifying beauty that had already existed.
Layne Moore
#19. They rode out together from the shadows of the trees, leaving the Bala Hissar and the glowing torch of the burning Residency behind them, and spurred away across the flat lands towards the mountains ...
And it may even be that they found their Kingdom.
M.M. Kaye
#20. When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?
Seneca.
#22. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection.
Markus Zusak
#23. We were going to the long field which today looked like an ocean, although I had never seen an ocean; the grass was moving in the breeze and the cloud shadows passed back and forth and the trees in the distance moved.
Shirley Jackson
#24. She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows. A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then
Oh Joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him.
C.S. Lewis
#25. Trees surrounded them from all sides, casting long inky shadows that would, at another time, have been scary. But there was no point in being scared of what might be lurking in the shadows when the biggest bad, of all big bads, was gazing at her intently.
Caroline Hanson
#26. As the woods are the same, the trees standing in their places, the rocks and the earth ... they are always different too, as lights and shadows and seasons and moods pass through them.
Emily Carr
#27. Woodget glanced into the dim shadows behind the trees. "What you be hiding fer?" he called.
"On such a night as this even the greatest may hide and not be ashamed," came the response.
Robin Jarvis
#28. Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds ... Lonely trees are not lonely!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#29. The quiet troubling of the river, and the clean, washed stones, and the green all about, and the trees trying to drown their shadows, and the mountain going up and up behind, there is beautiful it was.
Richard Llewellyn
#30. While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.
Leo Tolstoy
#31. It's a glorious evening, warm but not too close, the sun starting its lazy descent, shadows lengthening and the light just beginning to burnish the trees with gold.
Paula Hawkins
#32. I would sometimes see them among the trees, as I did this particular day. They did not come near and never said a word. They stood silently among the shadows.
Chris Priestley
#33. The smells, the shadows, even the dappled pale trunks of the plane trees lifted my spirits
Donna Tartt
#35. She seemed to have waited so long to hear those words that for a moment the earth stood still, and the moon, the trees, the grotesque shadows across the heath, became in that instant transfixed in her memory. How shall I bear this exquisite happiness? It is too much: it will destroy me.
Vera Brittain
#36. The dusk here does not arrive on the shoulders of golden sunsets any more, but on the heels of long, encroaching shadows of untraceable trees in the distance, gloomy parallel patterns that cascade over the undulating landscape of unevenly dispersed corpses and other things.
Mirza Waheed
#37. Do you remember the suburbs and the plaintive flock of landscapes
The cypress trees projected their shadows under the moon
That night when as summer waned I listened
To a languorous bird forever wroth
And the eternal noise of a river wide and dark
(The Voyager)
Pierre Albert-Birot
#38. Bless ... the two painting masters who first pointed out to me that there was coming and going among trees, that there was sunlight in shadows.
Emily Carr
#39. The diaphanous gown of the Milky Way shifted through scattered stars and all wishes made upon them. It gathered its silky folds as her eyes adjusted to darkness through spasms of beauty and joy.
Florescent mists wandered the shadows, brushing trees softly with moon glow.
Edward Fahey
#40. I am especially interested in shadows and light that are changed by branches or leaves. So that is mostly what I watch when I am up in the trees. I watch the shadows, I watch the lights, and I watch the leaves move in the wind. On
Ned Hayes
#41. We walk and walk through the gray ashy dusk and the forest starts to fall asleep: The trees lie down side by side by side, the creek halts, the plants sink back into the earth, the animals switch places with their shadows, and then, so do we.
Jandy Nelson