The four elements necessary to make and keep a fire going: dry fuel, enough heat, oxygen, flickering shadows.
Underground, do roots follow the path of least resistance, seeking water? Are they led by shadows of moisture?
Is pale skin due to long exposure to shadow?
Does the shadowy underside of a leaf grow as fast as the sunny upper side?
If shadows are doors to another world, are they closed or open? If closed, who has the key? If open, who’s gone through?
Shadows confuse engineers. They are impossible to measure precisely. The closer you come to a shadow’s edge, the less defined it is.
The god of shadows is the god of dreams.
How were human shadows engraved permanently in the Hiroshima concrete?
Why is a shadow like an iceberg? a. It’s a little chunk of a vast body. b. It floats. c. The farther down you trace it, the bigger it is. d. It’s only temporary. e. All of the above.
At night all the little shadows slip back to their mother’s breast.
If shadows had pillows, they’d pull them over their heads when they sleep.
When did the first shadow appear? When God said, “Let there be light!”
Is a shadow an integral part of light, like something that wallows in the trough of the wave or races beside the speeding particle? Or is shadow an integral part of an object which is released by the touch of light?
37 percent of all shadows that have ever existed have been in the twentieth century. 26 percent of them are in existence today. 79 percent of all mobile shadows that have ever wandered the earth are moving through the world this minute.
Do the body’s inner organs know shadow?
For the kids at the California School for Blind and Deaf Living without light is not a life lived in shadow. There are other forms of opacity and luminosity and other senses to know them. What about dreams? I ask you. What do you mean, dreams, you say, throwing an unblinking look over my shoulder.
Why does smoke floating off cremated human flesh cast no shadow?
Rainy days, trees hug their shadows up into their green bellies. Longing to cover themselves, they build a shelter of shadows over their boughs and branches.
If I’m in a forgiving mood as I die, I’ll will my shadow to my best friend. Today, I will my shadow to someone I haven’t yet met, someone I will love.
When lovers’ shadows touch, do sparks fly? Is a slight moaning sound released? Does the smell of the shadow of waves wash over their faces?
In my voice, the night, which rules the universe. In my face, the moon, which I see in your face, too.
Can my shadow smell the fragrant shadow of a rose?
Where does my little girl’s shadow go when I lean over to pick her up?
Most mammal babies are born at night.
Stop clear-cutting trees. The earth needs its forest shadows. Without them, the illusion of victory over the unknown and mysterious will force us all into politics.
The five elements composing the Western world are earth, air, fire, water, shadow. The six elements composing the Eastern world are wood, water, metal, earth, fire, shadow.
Nobody notices shadows until someone points them out.
What color is the crow’s shadow? Name the color of apple-blossom shadows. What color flows off mountains into cars, drenching drivers’ clothes, swamping farms, towns, and cities?
Photography can prove what the human eye can’t: moving bullets have shadows. But photography can’t tell whether bullet shadows penetrate flesh.
The “long shadow of history” is not really a shadow. It is a story, unless you’re referring to Big Al History, the 6' 9" accountant, at sunset.
Unlike pigs, shadows can lie in mud and slime for hours without soiling themselves. Shadows can slide through blood on the slaughterhouse floor without getting wet. In fact, shadows lead blood out of wounded bodies, holding and shaping the brilliant red pool in the dirt.
I know a rich man whose mansion is on top of a hill. He shines spotlights around his property every night, all night long, to protect himself and his family from creatures who lurk in the shadows. He complains about the cost of light bulbs and the high price of electricity. Do you know this man, too?
In our shadows, ultimate democracy, complete unity, no matter where or who in the universe we are.
At any time, half the planet is in shadow, half in sunlight. In sun, shadows array themselves around beings like petals around the faces of flowers. As the day rolls away, shadows stretch and fade, moving with the planet toward the great shadow named night.
A son’s story: Where my pen meets the page, it’s as if the writing comes out of the pen’s shadow. Does my public life come out of the place where the memory of my father’s shadow touches the blank page of my days?
Hungry for the delicate rasp of shadow on their eyelids, soft paw of shadow on their shoulders, tiny nick and scratch of shadow on their thighs, lovers leave on the lights.
Discovery originates in shadow. “It just dawned on me . . .”
Inside almost every house in this country, people pour out great gouts of electricity to ban shadows.
Words on a page drink in all the light where they lie, on their backs, printed. Tip the paper up. A minuscule shadow retreats under the bottom of the letters.
When he was young, he was afraid of the shadows in the corner of his room and under his bed. Now, he said, the only shadow I fear is the one in the center of the X-ray, the one my doctor can’t name.
When strong light comes where do shadows go?
Do you have your light the same way you have your shadow?
O, it’s nothing . . . just the shadow of a thought passing. . . .