There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires.

Like many of you I've always been slightly obsessed with vampires dating back to the prime-time series 'Dark Shadows ' which I followed avidly as a kid.

It feels quite cool in a mad way to be someone who skulks about in the shadows.

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

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins?

We Orientals find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows the light and darkness which that thing provides.

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows the light and dark which that thing provides.

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.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief the souvenir of pain.

Shadows sometimes people don't see shadows. The Chinese of course never paint them in pictures oriental art never deals with shadow. But I noticed these shadows and I knew it meant it was sunny.

Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows and of lending existence to nothing.

The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.

But it's amazing how many people think that gay men should slink off into the shadows when it comes to having friendships with children.

The light of lights looks always on the motive not the deed the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.