Pastoral Resources

There's something about shadows because you make your own mind up about what's lurking in them.

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

There is a shadow on every page.

When men yield up the privilege of thinking, the last shadow of liberty quits the horizon.

In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don't.

Shadows cannot see themselves in the mirror of the sun.

Well actually, some weeks they'll write that I'm jealous of living in her shadow. Then other weeks, they'll write that all I want to do is loaf around on her money! It's ridiculous!

Men are the dreams of a shadow.

I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.

Wherefore the mere practical architect is not able to assign sufficient reasons for the forms he adopts; and the theoretic architect also fails, grasping the shadow instead of the substance.

Below us the Thames grew lighter, and all around below were the shadows - the dark shadows of buildings and bridges that formed the base of this dreadful masterpiece.

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

My cameraman and I devised a method, which we started using from my second film, which applies mainly to day scenes shot in the studio, where we used bounced light instead of direct light. We agreed with this thing of four or five shadows following the actors is dreadful.

If you could say of any one individual that the court as an institution is the length and shadow of that individual, surely it would be John Marshall.

Within two hours of where I live, you have mountains and desert as location. I like the natural elements that abstract into light, texture, shape and shadow.

Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun; as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.

Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

In photography there are no shadows that cannot be illuminated.