Top 1200 Light And Shadow Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

My still-life painting has more to do with light and shadow than with the objects themselves.

Greek architecture taught me that the column is where the light is not, and the space between is where the light is. It is a matter of no-light, light, no-light, light. A column and a column brings light between them. To make a column which grows out of the wall and which makes its own rhythm of no-light, light, no-light, light: that is the marvel of the artist.

It is equally vain,” she thought, “for you to think you can protect me, or for me to think I can worship you. The light of truth beats upon us without shadow, and the light of truth is damnably unbecoming to us both.

The comic and the tragic lie inseparably close, like light and shadow.

The world is in balance . To light a candle is to cast a shadow.

A free and stable Iraq will be a shining light against the shadow of Islamic extremism.

In order to cause a shadow to disappear, you must shine light on it.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.

I have been sitting watching that ever since I came back, the continuous variations of light and shadow.

We can't escape the shadow, so the best thing we can do is notice the light and be open to it.

You didn't grow up in the shadow of John Steinbeck. He put you on his shoulders and gave you all the light you wanted.

Adiós," she added in Spanish, "I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours." "Thank you." "Sank you." "Not sank you, Señora Gregorio, thank you." "Sank you.

You didnt grow up in the shadow of John Steinbeck. He put you on his shoulders and gave you all the light you wanted.

The organization of light and shadow effects produce a new enrichment of vision.

I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.

My quest, through the magic of light and shadow, is to isolate, to simplify, and to give emphasis to form with the greatest clarity.

I love the light-brown shadow I made with Colourpop. It's a nice matte and neutral color that gives a bit of definition on the lids.

It requires no special talent to be a shadow; but to be a light, you need to be burning inwardly!

Have you never thought how danger must surround power as shadow does light?

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.

The light of the day is followed by night, as a shadow follows a body.

The shadow is the greatest teacher for how to come to the light.

be the mountain / be the ocean / be the tree / be happy / be the light / be the shadow / be the rain / be you / be

As light fades and the shadows deepen, all petty and exacting details vanish, everything trivial disappears, and I see things as they are in great strong masses: the buttons are lost, but the sitter remains; the sitter is lost, but the shadow remains; the shadow is lost, but the picture remains. And that, night cannot efface from the painter's imagination.

I think that light and shadow have exactly the same duality that exists between life and death.

There is a time, when passing through a light, that you walk in your own shadow.

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.

I discovered by working with actual glass models that the important thing is the play of reflections and not the effect of light and shadow, as in ordinary buildings.

When walking through the 'valley of shadows,' remember, a shadow is cast by a Light.

Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow— ‘Shadow,’ said he, ‘Where can it be— This land of Eldorado?’ ‘Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,’ The shade replied,— ‘If you seek for Eldorado!

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

Essentially, in photography, I think on two levels: one emotional and the other technical. The emotional impact has to do with looking for something dramatic happening in the photograph, something that reaches out and touches somebody in some way. And the technical is having to do with composition and framing - light and dark, light and shadow.

Race prejudice is not only a shadow over the colored it is a shadow over all of us, and the shadow is darkest over those who feel it least and allow its evil effects to go on.

Although I am basically self taught, I consider Debussy my teacher - the most important elements are colour, light and shadow.

The sculptor must paint with his chisel; half his touches are not to realize, but to put power into, the form. They are touches of light and shadow, and raise a ridge, or sink a hollow, not to represent an actual ridge or hollow, but to get a line of light, or a spot of darkness.

I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

The history of the cosmos is the history of the struggle of becoming. When the dim flux of unformed life struggled, convulsed back and forth upon itself, and broke at last into light and dark came into existence as light, came into existence as cold shadow then every atom of the cosmos trembled with delight.

There are no physical divisions in the subtle domain and therefore no barriers between heaven and hell, light and shadow.

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

My works are about light in the sense that light is present and there; the work is made of light. It's not about light or a record of it, but it is light. Light is not so much something that reveals, as it is itself revelation.

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

Remember, light and shadow never stand still.

To larger sight, the rim of shadow is the line of light.

Life is a mixture of light and shadow, calm and storm, and it's all good.

"My burden is light," said the blessed Redeemer, a light burden indeed, which carries him that bears it. I have looked through all nature for a resemblance of this, and seem to find a shadow of it in the wings of a bird, which are indeed borne by the creature, and yet support her flight towards heaven.

Erasmus was the light of his century; others were its strength: he lighted the way; others knew how to walk on it while he himselfremained in the shadow as the source of light always does. But he who points the way into a new era is no less worthy of veneration than he who is the first to enter it; those who work invisibly have also accomplished a feat.

Pressed, I would define spirituality as the shadow of light humanity casts as it moves through the darkness of everything that can be explained.

Care and labor are as much correlated to human existence as shadow is to light.

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.

I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light. I must introduce myself to it.

When You Are In The Light, Everything Follows You, But When You Enter Into The Dark, Even Your Own Shadow Doesn't Follow You.

Jung first gave us the term ‘shadow’ to refer to those parts of our personality that have been rejected out of fear, ignorance, shame, or lack of love. His basic notion of the shadow was simple: ‘the shadow is the person you would rather not be.’ He believed that integrating the shadow would have a profound impact, enabling us to rediscover a deeper source of our own spiritual life. ‘To do this,’ Jung said, ‘we are obliged to struggle with evil, confront the shadow, to integrate the devil. There is no other choice.’

Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow.

God is truth and light his shadow.

They were jet, those wings, as deep as the sky, as black as Eoduin's hair—no, blacker, for they were dull, unoiled. They gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. They drank up the light and diminished it: they were wings of pure shadow.

The soul seeks growth; as Truth, as Life, as Light, is in itself. God is, and so is life, light, truth, hope, love. And those that abide in same, grow. Those that abide in the shadow of the night, or the conditions that become or make for the fruits of these, do not grow.

Shadow conceals—light reveals. To know what to reveal and what to conceal, and in what degrees to do this, is all there is to art.

Poetry and painting continue to be companions: they cast their shadow and light, their silences and tones, at the edges of each other.