A Quote by Henry David Thoreau

When a shadow flits across the landscape of the soul where is the substance? — © Henry David Thoreau
When a shadow flits across the landscape of the soul where is the substance?
I'm interested in the landscape of the face, the way in which light and shadow fall across the forms. That's really my subject matter.
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
As long as politics is the shadow cast on society by big business, the attenuation of the shadow will not change the substance.
Pain may be said to follow pleasure as its shadow; but the misfortune is that in this particular case, the substance belongs to the shadow, the emptiness to its cause.
Evil (ignorance) is like a shadow-- it has no real substance of its own, it is simply a lack of light. You cannot cause a shadow to disappear by trying to fight it, stamp on it, by railing against it, or any other form of emotional or physical resistance. In order to cause a shadow to disappear, you must shine light on it
The shadow of a mighty Negro past flits through the tale of Ethiopia the shadowy and of the Egypt the Sphinx. Throughout history, the powers of single blacks flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.
Me and my shadow Strolling down the avenue Oh, me and my shadow Not a soul to tell our troubles to And when it's twelve o'clock we climb the stairs We never knock 'cause nobody's there Just me and my shadow All alone and feeling blue
You think the shadow is the substance.
In arguing of the shadow, we forgo the substance.
Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul
No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.
Beware that you do not lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Treasure the shadow. ... There are no shadows save from substance cast.
That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.
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