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Even if it's only the "shadow" one day she will find the body and will cease to be a Ghost.

Strictly speaking, I thought, since we were sitting inside the plane, and two of our shadows must be within the shade, from the plane. And if so - so we still leave your mark on this Earth.

A man needs light. People should live in the bright, constant, merciless light, so that every shadow was a certain, distinct, distinctive and unique: the shadow of his own personal purity or baseness. All the evil of mankind was born in the darkness, in the darkness, where a person does not pursue on the heels of the shadow of his own crimes.

Where there is light, there is shadow.

This gray land, we have no names. We skeletons, reflecting in the yellow eye.
Our parched and bleached bone right under the skin, our empty eye sockets stare at the hungry crows.
In this Kingdom of the shadows our tin voice scratching like a fly's wing in stationary air.
Our language is the language of Imbeciles, the gibberish of idiots. The root and the vine could say more than we do.

The shadow on the water
lone Ranger.

Beauty loves the shade, in the shadows is born the temptation.

A man without a wife is not a man at all, it's just a walking shadow that no discards.

The man against the wall. The conversation with his own shadow, farewell to the last Bastion of reliability in an incredibly changing world. Hysterical deafness, a single touch passed through hundreds of people, which is strangled with a kittens die your best words. Everyone at least once if not passed through me is a wild half-mad state, was on the verge. But tossing in a tight space, sick of hopelessness, full of a terrible silence, and torn from inside his own cry, we forget that the walls also are able to see.

A person always has a companion - his shadow.

Shadows in the darkness do not live. They are servants of the light, children of fire. And the brighter the flame, the darker they are!

Better one day to be human, than a thousand days to be a shadow.

Names - only invisible shadows in which we clothe others, and we have theirs.

Maybe, in fact, meet the people, and the shadows, casting a picture of yourself?