#shadow

Getting out from under the shadow of Henry Fonda was difficult. ↗

— Peter Fonda

#fonda #getting #henry #henry fonda #out

Freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter mush. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of its substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order. ↗

— Robert Jackson

#existing #freedom #heart #limited #matter

How many people make themselves abstract to appear profound. The most useful part of abstract terms are the shadows they create to hide a vacuum. ↗

— Joseph Joubert

#appear #create #hide #how #make

Like their personal lives, women's history is fragmented, interrupted; a shadow history of human beings whose existence has been shaped by the efforts and the demands of others. ↗

— Elizabeth Janeway

#beings #demands #efforts #existence #fragmented

Bad leadership during the past years has cast on our Party the shadow of great and grave burdens. ↗

— Janos Kadar

#burdens #cast #during #grave #great

A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow. ↗

— Tomas Transtromer

#bigger #clearer #himself #his #instant

There is no question but that the laws and principles which Solon laid down both foreshadowed and prepared the way for all republics of later ages, including our own. ↗

— Robert Welch

#both #down #foreshadowed #including #laid

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#deep #down #dream #eyes #fire

Words are mere shadows cast by ideas. But the ideas they represent are real. ↗

— Roy H. Williams

#ideas #mere #real #represent #shadows

Xander Stryker." A thick, rich voice filled the hall. The speaker stopped at the altar, standing in a blue robe. His thick brown hair was slicked back and tied in a small ponytail in the back and his solid blue eyes--matching the shade of his robe--shifted from one to the other. Xander blinked several times, clearing the grogginess from his mind, and began to sit up, nodding his respects at the newcomer. "My name is Ronen," the newcomer said, bowing his head as he took a step towards him, "and it will be my pleasure to guide you through the change." he stopped for a moment, smiling warmly, before carefully lifting Xander’s left arm. Before continuing, he locked his gaze on Xander's, "You are sure that this is what you want?" Xander nodded. There was a sharp sting then as Ronen bit into his wrist and Xander flinched before a warm rush made the pain subside and the room began to spin. Thrown off kilter, Xander felt himself start to fall as the poison seeped into the veins of his arm and, after a long, lingering moment, crawled past his shoulder and into his chest--into his heart--where it suddenly exploded into a full-body inferno. He was burning to death! When he was certain that he was on fire there was a sudden cool rush; a wave of ice that ran through the length of his body and seeped into his core until he found his eyelids and pried them open. The image of Depok and Ronen came into focus and he was vaguely aware of Depok's left hand on his shoulder as the pure-blood pulled his fangs away from his wrist. Mind still reeling, Xander noticed, not without a bit of shock, that he was still lying on top of the altar. A moment later, his eyes rolled back in his skull and the lights from the candles melted into a solid glow that swallowed him and faded to black. As Death swooped down and enveloped him, he heard Depok's voice in the distance: "Welcome home, Xander. ↗

— Nathan Squiers

#change #crimson-shadow #fang #goth #horror