440 Quotes About Shadow

  • Author Jacob Nordby
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    Welcome the small cracking of your hard-clodded shell,Embrace the warm sting of tears,Kiss the shadow which frightens you awake as you turn the corners of your day,Love the whole of everything,Smooth sunshine skies andJagged edgesWhich all seek us out in Constant whisper and touchTo say, 'hello, Beautiful. You’re alive

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  • Author They Might Be Giants
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    Crawling out of the flophouseI saw the mayor stealing my junkI doth protest, citizen's arrestNow my body's in his trunkWhere's the shadow government when you need it?Where's the shadow government?It's a bad, bad world!

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  • Author Michael Gruber
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    It's part of what we call the Shadow, all the dark parts of us we can't face. It's the thing that, if we don't deal with it, eventually poisons our lives.

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  • Author Jenny Nimmo
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    You let their friendship continue because Maisie looks after your son while you're gallivanting around the country disguised as Sherlock Holmes" - Uncle Paton Yewbeam

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  • Author Orson Scott Card
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    Mom," said Peter, "nobody thinks you're a lackwit, if that's what you're worried about."Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor's dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit.

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  • Author Brandon Mull
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    Oh, Kendra, before I forget, Gavin asked me to give you this letter." He held out a gray, speckled envelope."Happy birthday to you!" Seth exclaimed, his voice full of implications.Kendra tried not to blush as she tucked the envelope away."Dear Kendra," Seth improvised, "you're the only girl who really gets me, you know, and I think you're very mature for your age--""What about some cake?" Grandma interrupted, holding the first piece out to Kendra and glaring at Seth.

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  • Author Jean Baudrillard
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    Where this living death doesn't exist, life takes its place. Just as the person who loses his shadow becomes the shadow of himself.('The shadow of himself - that would be a fine title. With the subtitle: 'Memoirs of a double life'.)

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