I incline to the belief that in the light of eternity all our truths are shadows, and that the very truth we shall only know hereafter. Yet I think that every truth in its own place is a substance, though it may be a shadow in another place. And I think that all such shadows have value for our souls, for each is a true shadow, as the substance is a true substance.

We do not know the truth. But sometimes we get a glimpse of the shadow of the truth. And where there is a shadow, somewhere there must be light.

I am a -living shadow and Thou the Truth... Therefore, my God, Thou art alike shadow and Truth; Thou art alike the image and the Exemplar of myself and all men.

It was the moment of shadow, of half-real things.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living: All things fall under this name. The Sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and the light but the shadow of God.

This is only a foretaste of what is to come and only the shadow of what is going to be.

The one chosen shadow of God upon earth.

There are shadows for the shadows of things, as a reflection seen in a mirror of a mirror. We know there are circles within circles and dimensions beyond dimension. Reality is itself a shadow, only an appearance accepted by those whose eyes shun what might lie beyond.

Shadow is the diminution alike of light and of darkness, and stands between darkness and light.

word is a shadow,” said the shadow, “and as such it must speak.

Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance.

Who never doubted never half believed
Where doubt there truth is—'t is her shadow.

A shadow is just a shadow until it starts to scare you.

I cannot provide the reality of events, I can only convey their shadow.