#shadow

Eve returned to her lip-gloss application. "Biology. Ms Whittier," she said, not bothering to look at Luke. "Cool. Me too. Can I borrow that?" He reached around her and plucked her lip glaze out of her fingers. She still held the wand. He held out his hand for it. "What? No," Eve said. "Come on, it's my first day. I want to make a good impression. And clearly biology can't be understood without lipstick," Luke joked. "Funny." Eve grabbed the lip glaze back. "This stuff is really good for you." Luke raised his eyebrows. They disappeared into his floppy blond hair. He didn't have expressive dark brows like Mal. "It has green tea antioxidants," Eve continued. "And macadamia extract and aloe vera for healing." "Oh. That's different then," Luke said. "Carry on. ↗

— Amy Meredith

#eve #luke #shadows #funny

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. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#dust #fear #shadows #waste-land #death

It had been a little over a year since the last murder; moreover it had been a year since I had run as quickly as legally possible from whom I had been. It had taken almost that long to become a legal adult, get the money straightened out and get my name changed. Who was Abigail? Who was Vera? I felt as though I was neither person. I felt like I wasn’t a person at all anymore. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#walking-in-the-shadows #ya-romance #ya-suspense #ya-thriller #change

„Did you just…clean a dish?” Dee backed away slowly, blinking. She glanced at Daemon. “The world is going to end. And I’m still a vir—” “No!” both the brothers yelled in unison. Daemon looked like he was actually going to vomit. “Jesus, don’t ever finish that statement. Actually, don’t ever change that. Thank you. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#obsidian #shadows #change

It was like dawn, and then dusk cascading over the Himalayas. First, the gradual brightening over snow and contour, then the shining, sparkling sun mirrored; and then as the moment of joy passed – the lingering colour-changing light; reluctant to leave. That faint, bittersweet almost-light, and then indigo outlines and inky black. ↗

— Radhika Mukherjee

#beauty-in-literature #inspirational #our-particular-shadows #promise #radhika-mukherjee

I’m not courageous. In fact, when I shadow box I wear boxing gloves that are outfitted with flashlights. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#courage #cowardly #flashlights #funny #humor

The only true measure of courage is perseverance under pressure. ↗

— K.H. LeMoyne

#courage #courage

I’m 30-years-old, and I still can’t get out from under my father’s shadow. He’s really tall, so maybe I’ll just ask him to move over a few feet. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#age #bizarre #family #father #feet

There is some delight in ale and wine And some in girls with ankles fine But my delight, yes always mine Is to dance with Jak O’ the Shadows We will toss the dice however they fall And snuggle the girls be they short or tall Then follow Lord Mat whenever he calls To dance with Jak O’ the Shadows. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#death #jak-o-shadows #mat-cauthon #death

Anyone can write. Some people can write a bit better than others; they're called authors. Then there are some who can write better than authors; they're called artists. ↗

— Walter Moers

#the-city-of-dreaming-books #walter-moers #dreams