Shade Quotes

“Power and glory are two dialectic energies working in common ground. Taking a glimpse of the meandering under swell of glory in the shade of power, can be very inspiring and illuminating. ("The power and the glory" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Don't let the rain drive you to the wrong shelter; the shade can turn out to be your protector and also your destroyer, and sometimes the rain is the perfect protector from the rain.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Have you noticed how many people who walk in the shade curse the Sun?”
― Idries Shah, Reflections

“The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland.

The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.

The florist will sigh and add a wall divider and proper soil to both sides.

The grandparent will move the flowerbox halfway out of the sun.

The child will turn it around properly so that the fern is in the shade, and not the cactus.

The moral of the story?

Kids are smart.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Like the moon shining bright
Up high with all its grace,
I can only show you at night
And hide half of my face.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine

“I shook my head. She kissed my cheek, then on her way out patted Zachary's shoulder in a way that said, If you upset Aura in her weakened state, I will end you.”
― Jeri Smith-Ready, Shade

“That day was the beginning of my friendship with Sebastian, and thus it came about, that morning in June, that I was lying beside him in the shade of the high elms watching the smoke from his lips drift up into the branches.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

“On this material plane, each living being is like a street lantern lamp with a dirty lampshade.

The inside flame burns evenly and is of the same quality as all the rest—hence all of us are equal in the absolute sense, the essence, in the quality of our energy.

However, some of the lamps are “turned down” and having less light in them, burn fainter, (the beings have a less defined individuality, are less in tune with the universal All which is the same as the Will)—hence all of us are unequal in a relative sense, some of us being more aware (human beings), and others being less aware (animal beings), with small wills and small flames.

The lampshades of all are stained with the clutter of the material reality or the physical world.

As a result, it is difficult for the light of each lamp to shine through to the outside and it is also difficult to see what is on the other side of the lampshade that represents the external world (a great thick muddy ocean of fog), and hence to “feel” a connection with the other lantern lamps (other beings).

The lampshade is the physical body immersed in the ocean of the material world, and the limiting host of senses that it comes with.

The dirt of the lampshade results from the cluttering bulk of life experience accumulated without a specific goal or purpose.

The dirtier the lampshade, the less connection each soul has to the rest of the universe—and this includes its sense of connection to other beings, its sense of dual presence in the material world and the metaphysical world, and the thin connection line to the wick of fuel or the flow of electricity that resides beyond the material plane and is the universal energy.

To remain “lit” each lantern lamp must tap into the universal Source of energy.

If the link is weak, depression and-or illness sets in.

If the link is strong, life persists.

This metaphor to me best illustrates the universe.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
("Byzantium")”
― W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

“I'm Barrow. Shade Barrow. And you better not get me killed.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Cruel Crown

“And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language”
― Mary Balogh, Slightly Dangerous

“I remembered Ignifex's smirk and his confident words: I can wait all I want and still have you.
And I thought, Here is one thing he isn't getting. Standing on my toes, I kissed Shade on the lips.
It was just a bump of my face against his. Despite Aunt Telomache's lecture, I had no idea how long to prolong a kiss, and his lips startled me, foreign and cool as glass. But then he caught me under the chin and gently kissed my mouth open. Though his lips were still cool, his breath was warm; as he kissed me. I breathed in time to him, until I felt like my body was only a breath of air mixing with his.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..”
― Dan Brown, Inferno

“Shade is a two faced friend
In the heat of summer
It provides a welcome respite
Yet in winter's chill
It hides the warming sun”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“He's the ultimate plagiarist, copying what others do if it proves successful and putting his own spin on it, which really pisses me off, because it`s far more difficult to come up with the original idea than steal someone else`s and spruce it up a bit.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Kingdom of Shadow and Light

“Gyokuro is one of the highest quality (and most expensive) green teas in Japan. The major difference between the processes of growing gyokuro and regular green tea is that the gyokuro bushes are shaded with clod or reed screens for several weeks before harvesting, which gives the leaves a sweeter flavor and more intensely green color.”
― Tetsu Kariya, Japanese Cuisine

“You're a nice man, Steve. So kind. I'm going to tell my grandmother to pray for you." And I hope he can see in my face that I just sprinkled the juju of a spiteful Puerto Rican grandmother all over his life.”
― Elizabeth Acevedo, With the Fire on High

“Terror is the only shade in desert.”
― Mladen Đorđević, Miraž

“The "Mona Lisa" is an optical illusion created by Leonardo Da Vinci.

The woman in the painting "The Mona Lisa" doesn't appear to be always smiling.

When you look at her mouth you feel she looks sad, melancholic, and hostile. But when you look at her eyes you feel she is happy and cheerful.

Leonardo perfected the "sfumato technique," which translated literally from Italian means "vanished or evaporated." He created imperceptible transitions between light and shade, and sometimes between colors.

"Why the Silhouette?" appears as a simple story of a few individuals, but when you look at it from a distance, it appears to show you the philosophy of life.

I have tried to create imperceptible transitions between light and darkness and sometimes between colors.

Hope you see the illusion in "Why the Silhouette?”
― Avijeet Das, Why the Silhouette?

“For the first step he was only a dark cloud in the suggestion of a human form. Then blobs of darkness branched into fingers and frayed into hairs; they lingered and then grew solid. When he stood at the foot of my bed, he looked almost like a normal man, living and breathing and corporeal. Almost: for he was still formed in shades of gray. His tattered coat was the color of slate, his skin was milky white, his hair was pale silver-gray. Only his eyes were colored, such a deep blue as I had never seen before, their pupils round and human.
His face was sculpted into exactly the same lovely shape as Ignifex's. But without the crimson cat eyes, without any arrogance or mockery in the lines of his face or the way that he stood.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“It felt like he was seeking comfort from me, though I couldn't imagine why. But it was the least I could do for him, so I laid a hand on his shoulder, amazed all over again that I could feel the solid lines of his shoulder blade.
Amazed, too, that he wanted me. He wanted me.
"Shade?" I said softly.
He spoke slowly, and though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was struggling against the seal on his lips. "I wish... we could have met... somewhere else."
The air stilled in my lungs. If that was not a confession of love, it was near enough.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“And I hate him because he's a fool and a coward and he tries to steal my wives."
Those last words were so unexpected that I laughed. Then Ignifex raised an eyebrow and I realized that he was serious, at least as much as he ever was.
"What? Don't tell me he hasn't kissed you yet. You're no Helen or Aphrodite, but you aren't plain."
I remembered last night and my face went hot. Sure he could see the truth on my face, I blurted the first thing that came into my mind.
"And you would know so much about women, locked up in your castle."
"Locked up with eight wives. And sometimes I make house calls for my bargainers. There's many a lovely woman desperate enough to bargain with me."
This idea had never occurred to me before. "You touch another woman and I'll cut your hands off," I snapped.
He looked delighted. "I thought you were afraid of hurting me."
There was nothing I could say without making it worse, so I glared at him until he laughed and said, "I've never struck that kind of bargain. Though it's nice to know you're jealous."
I crossed my arms. The key hidden in the front of my dress dug into my skin, reminding me I was here for more than bickering.
"How is Shade a coward?" I asked.
"Now I'm jealous."
"Don't worry, you're still the only one I want to kill. Why do you call him a fool and a coward if he's never been anything but your obedient shadow?"
"He's plenty disobedient. Do you think I tell him to go around kissing my wives?" He caught at my chin. "They say that if you want a thing done well--"
I slapped his hand away. "If he's just your shadow, isn't it ridiculous to compete with him? And how do you know he's a coward?"
Ignifex's eyes widened a fraction. "He's a coward and a fool," he repeated distantly, as if he had learnt the words by rote. Then his gaze snapped back to me. "Why shouldn't I know my own shadow?"
"He got better than you at kissing somehow," I said. "Don't you ever wonder how?”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“Reward can bring something good, but what is good is relative to overall [and recent] experience.

Who never knew day, is happy just to see the Sun.”
― Psixomaxaristw

“Oh, thank God.”

“Please,” Matthias said. “I told you she’s too hard to kill.”

“Aww,” I said. “Thank you.”

Matthias offered me a sweet smile. “Just like a cockroach.”
― A. Kirk, Demons in Disguise

“From his vantage point on the deck, the commoners were ants.”
― Nick Oliveri, The Conjurer

“One fine sunny day I will sit in the shade and enjoy life.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, Yet Another New Land

“Great gowns, beautiful gowns.”
― Aretha Franklin

“As a natural blonde
I can turn into ginger,
if I stay in the shade
And let my hair linger!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Dearer Mirror

“I like my lover's heart blackened with a deeper shade of darkness, where the ravens and I can rest in peace.”
― Ann Marie Eleazer, She's Magic & Midnight Lace: Poems and Poetic Spells

“Without the seeds there is no shade.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough