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5e0dbd6
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To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing -- the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one's hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again.
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loss
craving
lack
wish
shadow
need
wholeness
longing
foreshadowing
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Marilynne Robinson |
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72661e0
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Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow...
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louisa-may-alcott
sunshine
shadow
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Louisa May Alcott |
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2b97b4a
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"Maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow. Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations. The same way old painters would sit in a tiny dark room and trace the image of what stood outside a tiny window, in the bright sunlight.
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jung
shadow
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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57c2d13
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Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Luthien
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light
sorrow
joy
luthien
shadow
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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549dd09
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I hated waiting. If I had one particular complaint, it was that my life seemed composed entirely of expectation. I expected -- an arrival, an explanation, an apology. There had never been one, a fact I could have accepted, were it not true that, just when I had got used to the limits and dimensions of one moment, I was expelled into the next and made to wonder again if any shapes hid in its shadows.
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shadow
waiting
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Marilynne Robinson |
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60601ea
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... there are shadows because there are hills.
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shadow
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E.M. Forster |
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8e1843c
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I sometimes have moments of such despair, such despair ... Because in those moments I start to think that I will never be capable of beginning to live a real life; because I have already begun to think that I have lost all sense of proportion, all sense of the real and the actual; because, what is more, I have cursed myself; because my nights of fantasy are followed by hideous moments of sobering! And all the time one hears the human crowd swirling and thundering around one in the whirlwind of life, one hears, one sees how people live--that they live in reality, that for them life is not something forbidden, that their lives are not scattered for the winds like dreams or visions but are forever in the process of renewal, forever young, and that no two moments in them are ever the same; while how dreary and monotonous to the point of being vulgar is timorous fantasy, the slave of shadow, of the idea...
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time
reality
fantasy
shadow
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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f826c19
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"Though no one notices at the time, in-loveness obliterates the humanity of the beloved. One does a curious kind of insult to another by falling in love with him, for we are really looking at our own projection of God, not at the other person. If two people are in love, they tread on star dust for a time and live happily ever after--that is so long as this experience of divinity has obliterated time for them. Only when they come down to earth do they have to look at each other realistically and only then does the possibility of mature love exist. If one person is in love and the other not, the cooler one is likely to say, "We would have something better between us if you would look at me rather than at your image of me." --
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romantic-love
shadow
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Robert A. Johnson |
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b6caea0
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No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself. It's like your shadow. It follows you everywhere. -Komura
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travel
runaway
shadow
yourself
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Haruki Murakami |
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843b2da
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Everything that is,casts a shadow
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truth
shadow
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Neil Gaiman |
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d9b68dc
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How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow.
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pain
depression
shadow
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Gillian Flynn |
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d2dc724
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"So," he asked. "How's death?" "Hard," she said. "It just keeps going."
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laura
shadow
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Neil Gaiman |
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f6049d6
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Wherever there is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.
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inspirational
shadows
shadow
shadow-series
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Anaïs Nin |
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4ccda2c
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One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.
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substance
importance
value
shadow
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Jean Rhys |
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281996a
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A shadow is never created in darkness. It is born of light. We can be blind to it and blinded by it. Our shadow asks us to look at what we don't want to see. If we refuse to face our shadow, it will project itself on someone else so we have no choice but to engage.
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spirit
self
shadow
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Terry Tempest Williams |
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4f5a1f8
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I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay for our temperament. 'The gods don't allow us to be in their debt.' They give us sensitiveness to beauty in all its forms but the shadow of the gift goes with it.
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sensitiveness
shadow
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L.M. Montgomery |
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1d9ae0f
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What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it?
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mind
thoughts
nightp
strangers-on-a-train
patricia-highsmith
trickster
sound
train
shadow
strangers
creation
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Patricia Highsmith |
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f631b39
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"You let their friendship continue because Maisie looks after your son while you're gallivanting around the country disguised as Sherlock Holmes" - Uncle Paton Yewbeam"
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the-children-of-the-red-king
shadow
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Jenny Nimmo |
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3ccfc3b
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A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.
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struggle
life
phantom
shadow
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Victor Hugo |
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0dc9eca
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"Mom," said Peter, "nobody thinks you're a lackwit, if that's what you're worried about." Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor's dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit."
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lackwit
puppets
ender
orson
shadow
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Orson Scott Card |
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9e10ef9
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"Oh, Kendra, before I forget, Gavin asked me to give you this letter." He held out a gray, speckled envelope. "Happy birthday to you!" Seth exclaimed, his voice full of implications. Kendra tried not to blush as she tucked the envelope away.
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humor
crushes
grip
fablehaven
mull
plague
shadow
|
Brandon Mull |
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b05519e
|
Sometimes I feel as if I'm racing with my own shadow
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loneliness
shadow
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Haruki Murakami |
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f44e8f9
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They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man that is will shadow The man that pretends to be.
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perfection
escape
goodness
system
shadow
utopia
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T.S. Eliot |
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3d8a70d
|
Our own place is mall perhaps, but when your old man is eaten by his own shadow, you realise that maybe in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world even seeing it. Maybe that's what these pages of words are about: Bringing the world to the window.
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words
old-man
small
window
place
shadow
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Markus Zusak |
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4b72103
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If you would seek to find yourself look not in the mirror for there is but a shadow there' A stranger.... SILENIUS, ODES TO TRUTH
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youself
stranger-in-the-mirror
stranger
reflection
shadow
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Sidney Sheldon |
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8bcecbf
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I will not be my father's dog.
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dogs
baldur
odin
shadow
father
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Neil Gaiman |
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f2adbdc
|
They were ready to sell people a future in exchange for their past... They wanted to compel him to cast his life away and become a shadow, a man without past, an actor without a role, and turn even his castaway life, even the role the actor had abandoned, into a shadow. Having turned him into a shadow, they would let him live.
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past
shadow
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Milan Kundera |
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8e189a5
|
"I don't want anything else bad to happen," she whispered, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so sick to death of bad things happening, of seeing bad things that happened in the past! And I'm guilty of so many things. I'm sorry that I killed Mrs. Matthias and wrecked her stupid greenhouse back in the Eighties and I'm sorry I left you here alone while I went around the world." "I wasn't alone though, I knew you were doing what you wanted to do and that you were still alive, so I wasn't really alone, I knew you were still there somewhere," Alecto told her. His damaged smile and downcast, sorrowful eyes were draped in the shadow of the night, saving Mandy the trouble of seeing."
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hopelessness
grief
murder
travel
world
sorrow
death
friendship
love
greenhouse
eighties
apart
lonliness
damaged
bad
together
omen
friend
crying
shadow
smile
tears
trouble
guilt
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Rebecca McNutt |
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6649f8b
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To bite off your shadow is neither easy nor painless. It demands a single-mindedness that is almost unknown in this day.
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shadow
|
Neil Gaiman |
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e399210
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MINISTER: All he has done is to find some means of bewitching the intelligence. He has only induced a radical suspension of disbelief. As in the early days of the cinema, all the citizens are jumping through the screen to lay their hands on the naked lady in the bathtub! AMBASSADOR: And yet, in fact, their fingers touch flesh. MINISTER: They believe they do. Yet all they touch is substantial shadow. AMBASSADOR: And what a beautiful definition of flesh! You know I am only substantial shadow, Minister, but if you cut me, I bleed. Touch me, I palpitate!
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flesh
shadow
desire
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Angela Carter |
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10d1695
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Meg looked. The dark shadow was still there. It had not lessened or dispersed with the coming of night. And where the shadow was, the stars were not visible. What could there be about a shadow that was so terrible that she knew that there had never been before or ever would be again, anything that would chill her with a fear that was beyond shuddering, beyond crying or screaming, beyond the possibility of comfort?
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shadow
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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cc78551
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"There was nothing the matter out there. It was in here, with me. I decided I'd better go to work, maybe that would exorcise me. I fled from the room almost as though it were haunted. It was too late to stop off at a breakfast counter now. I didn't want any, anyway. My stomach kept giving little quivers. In the end I didn't go to work, either. I couldn't, I wouldn't have been any good. I telephoned in that I was too ill to come, and it was no idle excuse, even though I was upright on my two legs. I roamed around the rest of the day in the sunshine. Wherever the sunshine was the brightest, I sought and stayed in that place, and when it moved on I moved with it. I couldn't get it bright enough or strong enough. I avoided the shade, I edged away from it, even the slight shade of an awning or of a tree. And yet the sunshine didn't warm me. Where others mopped their brows and moved out of it, I stayed - and remained cold inside. And the shade was winning the battle as the hours lengthened. It outlasted the sun. The sun weakened and died; the shade deepened and spread. Night was coming on, the time of dreams, the enemy. ("Nightmare")"
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darkness
nighmare
shadows
shadow
night
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Cornell Woolrich |
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3f3a113
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And now we come to the Heart of our Designe: the art of Shaddowes you must know well, Walter, and you must be instructed how to Cast them with due Care. It is only the Darknesse that can give trew Forme to our Work and trew Perspective to our Fabrick, for there is no Light without Darknesse and no Substance without Shaddowe (and I turn this Thought over in my Mind: what Life is there which is not a Portmanteau of Shaddowes and Chimeras?). I build in the Day to bring News of the Night and of Sorrowe, I continued, and then I broke off for Walter's sake.
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light
darkness
occult
substance
shadow
night
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Peter Ackroyd |
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fa0083e
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"In the end it was only Peter who had something he could say from the heart. "Am I the only one here who sees something of himself in the man who's lying inside this box?" No one had an answer for him, either yes or no."
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achilles-de-flandres
bean
card
ender
orson
orson-scott-card
wiggin
peter
shadow
|
Orson Scott Card |
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6dfcaec
|
I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather no shadow unless there is also light.
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shadow
resistance
|
Margaret Atwood |
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7fedebf
|
"In Pliny I read about the invention of clay modeling. A Sicyonian potter came to Corinth. There his daughter fell in love with a young man who had to make frequent long journeys away from the city. When he sat with her at home, she used to trace the outline of his shadow that a candle's light cast on the wall. Then, in his absence she worked over the profile, deepening, so that she might enjoy his face, and remember. One day the father slapped some potter's clay over the gouged plaster; when the clay hardened he removed it, baked it, and "showed it abroad" (63)." --
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|
myth
story
folk-tale
fairy-tale
shadow
muslim
tale
legend
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Annie Dillard |
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56d29e1
|
"Our culture teaches us from early infancy to split and polarize dark and light, which I call here "mother" and "father." So some people admire the right-thinking, well-lit side of the personality, and that group one can associate with the father, if one wants to; and some admire the left-thinking, poorly-lit side, and that group one can associate with the mother, if one wants to, and mythologically with the Great Mother. Most artists, poets, and musicians belong to the second group and love intuition, music, the feminine, owls, and the ocean. The right-thinking group loves action, commerce, and Empire."
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shadow
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Robert Bly |
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fcbfd81
|
For Carter, it was as if the ghosts of Watergate stalked the halls of the White House. As with most ghosts, he wasn't sure they existed, where they were or how to exorcise them.
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shadow
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Bob Woodward |
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5b9661c
|
You are alone. You learn how to walk like a man alone. To stroll, to dawdle. To see without looking, to look without seeing. You learn the art of transparency, immobility, inexistence.You learn how to be a shadow and how to look at men as if they were stones.
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|
immobility
inexistence
transperency
shadow
|
Georges Perec |