Top 24 Silver Shadows Quotes
#1. It's a fact that people are afraid of what they don't understand. And most are too lazy or ignorant to find out more.
Richelle Mead
#2. In the depth a light will grow,
A silver shine no shadows know,
Like wings unfolding in the sky,
That circle 'round a gleaming eye,
Turning darkness all away,
Even depths will know their day,
For every shadow has its end,
In light!
Life will return again!
Robert Fanney
#3. A good writer must be like the birds of a dark forest; you can't see them, but you can hear their mysterious and wise voices!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#4. She, with her power to bring life into the world, was truly made in the image of the Creator, not man, and in all ways has proved Herself a more deserving object of man's worship than Christ, that unshaven fanatic who lusted for the end of the world.
Joe Hill
#5. Music, of all the liberal arts, has the greatest influence over the passions, and it is that to which the legislator ought to give the greatest encouragement.
Napoleon Bonaparte
#6. My dream appliance circa 2050 has one big dial on it, and when I twist it to the right, my IQ goes up to 450.
Bruce Sterling
#8. Beyond politics, the West is suffering from what can be called a crisis of brokenness - broken institutions, broken families and broken souls.
Gary Bauer
#9. There was a silence. The evening darkened in the room. Noiselessly and with silver feet the shadows crept in from the garden. The colours faded wearily out of things.
Oscar Wilde
#10. Ancient television and withdrew a silver-black vacuum tube. "See this? Part of my DNA, sort of. . . ." He tossed the thing into the shadows and Case heard it pop and tinkle. "You're always building models. Stone circles. Cathedrals. Pipe-organs. Adding machines.
William Gibson
#11. Assume the feeling of your wish fulfilled and observe the route that your attention follows.
Neville Goddard
#12. Out of old habit, I put my hand on my collarbone, touching a cross that was no longer there.
Don't let them change me, I prayed silently.Let me keep my mind. Let me endure whatever there is to come.
Richelle Mead
#13. And only the enlightened can recall their former lives; for the rest of us, the memories of past existences are but glints of light, twinges of longing, passing shadows, disturbingly familiar, that are gone before they can be grasped, like the passage of that silver bird on Dhaulagiri.
Peter Matthiessen
#16. All of nature was a record of crisis and destruction and adaptation and flourishing and being knocked back down again. What had happened on New Terra was singular and concrete, but the pattern it was part of seemed to apply everywhere and maybe always.
James S.A. Corey
#17. But it's not a cancer book, because cancer books suck.
John Green
#18. It's oneiric, a beautiful, formless sequence of silver nitrate shadows, and when it ends I wonder what happened, and then I begin to rebuild it in my head
Neil Gaiman
#19. I did this.
The sudden reality of the situation sets in and I know that not only will I kill again, but I have doomed this poor soul to a life in the shadows, stalking his prey by the silver light of the full moon.
The corners of my mouth slants toward the heavens and I am smiling.
Benjamin M. Strozykowski
#20. As we follow a genuine path of practice, our sufferings may seem to increase because we no longer hide from them or from ourselves. When we do not follow the old habits of fantasy and escape, we are left facing the actual problems and contradictions of our life.
Jack Kornfield
#21. I followed along because really, it was hard to say no to Dimitri Belikov about anything.
Richelle Mead
#22. What is it with you and girls, Adrian, dear? Why do they either mean nothing to you or everything? It's always an extreme."
"Because I don't do things in halves, mom. Especially when it comes to love.
Richelle Mead
#23. Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.
Georg Trakl
#24. Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
