Quotes About Sun

There is a sun, a light that for want of another word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How lovely yellow is!

First of all, I always see the sun! The way I want to identify myself and others is with halos here and there halos, movements of color. And that, I believe, is rhythm.

I stay out of the sun, which is very good. If you want to be in sun, please use SPF, it's important.

[The human control of atomic energy could] virtually provide anyone who wanted it with a private sun of his own.

I took the stone bowl in both hands and poured out my time onto the ground drowning hapless insects feeding the weeds until the sun stood looking down and stole the stain. Seeing in the vessel's cup a thousand cracks a thousand cracks I looked back the way I came and saw a trail green with memories lost whoever made this bowl was a fool but the greater he who carried it. Stone

Something awaits me. I do not mean this mad Emperor. Something else. Answer me this. How does one measure time?' 'By the course of the sun, the phases of the moon, the wheel of the stars. And, of course, in cities such as this one, the sounding of a bell at fixed intervals – a wholly absurd conceit and, indeed, one that is spiritually debilitating.

The wagon rolled on, on its way to the mines. Harllo, who so loved the sun, was destined to wake in darkness, and mayhap he was never again to see the day's blessed light.  Out on the lake the water glittered with golden tears. As if the sun might relinquish its hard glare and, for just this one moment, weep for the fate of a child.

Rellock wants to go back to fishing, hee hee! But the place you left is not what you return to, oh no. From one day to the next, never mind years. Rellock's done work guided by the hands of gods, yet he dreams of dragging nets, with the sun on his face and lines between his toes! He is the heart of the Empire - Laseen should take note! Take note!

The castellan is bundled like a corpse and you don't find that somewhat unusual?' 'Could be afraid of the sun or something. No reason to be suspicious. You never met any strange people in your day, Tor?' And Torvald Nom glanced across at Scorch, and found he had no reply to that at all.

I saw the sun's bolt arc an unerring path to the man's forehead. As it struck, the crows converged like night drawing breath. Dog

am not the one to ask. Does the sun lift into the sky outside then collapse once more? Do bells sound to proclaim a control where none truly exists? Do mortal fools still measure the increments leading to their deaths, wagering pleasures against costs, persisting in the delusion that deeds have value, that the world and all the gods sit in judgement over every decision made or not made? Do

Such was my journey Leagues across centuries In one blink of the sun.

Alpha particles tunnel out of uranium nuclei at the predicted rate to produce the effect known as radioactivity. Tunneling also plays an important role in the nuclear-fusion processes that make the sun shine, so life on Earth depends partially on tunneling

We on earth do not feel either the gravitational field of the sun or the centrifugal force caused by the earth's motion around the sun because the two forces balance each other, but this balance would be spoiled if one force was proportional to the mass of the objects on which it acts and the other was not; some objects might then fall off the earth into the sun and others could be thrown off the earth into interstellar space.

Even before the start of history, the sky must have been commonly used as a compass, a clock, and a calendar. It could not have been difficult to notice that the Sun rises every morning in more or less the same direction, that during the day one can tell how much time there is before night from the height of the Sun in the sky, and that hot weather will follow the time of year when the day lasts longest.

They say the sun never sets over the British Empire, but it rises every morning. The sky must get awfully crowded.

The sun got confused about daylight savings time. It rose twice. Everything had two shadows.

At night a candle's brighter than the sun

You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold

Bayard was a blade of radiant light, the power of the sun. Yet he was serene, controlled. He listened to Khaster's outpourings in the stillness, perhaps fascinated.

I shall never forget how he paused and turned, looked back over his shoulder at me. His eyes, his face were full of secrets and humor. I felt as if the arrow of the sun had pierced my heart. His beauty seemed doomed, somehow.

The sun needs the contrast of the night for its shine to have meaning.

He was like the light of the sun itself, so beautiful and golden. But like the sun, his heat was fierce and merciless. He was powerful enough to give life, but could take it too.

Walking towards the signal, where the sun hung high in the sky, the traveller was a solitary figure in an uncluttered scene. He felt as if this was the ending of something, not the beginning. He could walk away out of existence. Yet his boots made a solid, satisfactory sound against the road and his flesh felt real and comfortable about his bones. He was a good performer.