Quotes About Sun

Le pouvoir est comme le soleil et la mort, il ne peut se regarder en face. Surtout en Russie.

Oggi come l'Isonzo di asfalto azzurro mi fisso nella cenere del greto scoperto dal sole e mi transmuto in volo di nubi Appieno infine sfrenato il solito ragazzo sgomento non batte più il tempo col cuore non ha né tempo né luogo è felice

The rain had stopped and the sky was absurdly pretty, a single layer of floury cloudlets pinked and peached by the rising sun. Only the juvenile, the mad, and the newly in love noticed. The rest of the city got its head down and ploughed tearily into another day of neurosis.

How was the light today?" "Big. Hot. Yellow-white. The sky's blue was like a drumbeat. I watched the black tree shadows revolve. When the sun went down it was like someone's hand was pulling it, very gently. It was soft-edged and orange. The land went purple, then dark blue and grey, then black. Then you opened your eyes.

Attending births is like growing roses. You have to marvel at the ones that just open up and bloom at the first kiss of the sun but you wouldn't dream of pulling open the petals of the tightly closed buds and forcing them to blossom to your time line.

You know you live in Phoenix when you can drive two hours in any one direction and never leave the Valley.

Saturday the sun returned to a sky scrubbed flawlessly blue by the rain. It would take Phoenix at least a day to dirty up the air again.

You know you live in Phoenix when you drive a mile around a parking lot looking for a shady spot — even in the dead of winter.

A hundred and ten in the shade is hot — but you don't gotta shovel it off your driveway.

Welcome to Arizona, where the heat is sick of the heat.

But it's a dry heat…

You will find the blue hills... with the autumnal shadows silently sleeping on them, and there will be a glory lingering round the day, so you'll know autumn has been here; and the setting sun will tell you...

Autumn thanks the sun with an abundant harvest.

A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip.

...the music of pure white clouds fills the sky with sun-lined notes drifting into beauty so vast the blue never ends...

Swift-piling winter clouds blotted out the sun.

We mourn for thee when blind, blank night The chamber fills; We pine for thee when morn's first light Reddens the hills; The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea, All, to the wall flower and wild pea, Are changed — we saw the world through thee...

In the empire of desert, water is the king and shadow is the queen.

Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.

Dreams are nocturnal flowers, blooming when the sun has strayed far enough that we can see clearly.

Your heart is a sun— Joy its stars, Faith a moon, shining in your darkness...

You are fate's shadow or fate's sun, depending on which way you turn.

The flower that follows the sun does so even in cloudy days.

Sun salutations can energize and warm you, even on the darkest, coldest winter day.