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Quotes About Sun

Morning sun fills the house, creamy as lemon chiffon, lighting the insides of cupboards and empty closets and clean, bare floors.
~ Celeste Ng
how wide his shoulders were, like a swimmer's, his skin the color of tea, of fall leaves toasted by the sun.
~ Celeste Ng
Güne? ülkeleri ayd?nlat?r, sözler milleti.
~ Cemil Meriç
Non c'è niente che sappia di morte, - continuò, - più del sole d'estate, della gran luce, della natura esuberante. Tu fiuti l'aria e senti il bosco, e ti accorgi che piante e bestie se ne infischiano di te. Tutto vive e si macera in se stesso. La natura è la morte...
~ Cesare Pavese
Mi par di essere un'ombra tra le ombre degli alberi. Più mi scaldo a questo sole e mi nutro a questa terra, più mi pare di sciogliermi in stille e brusii, nella voce del lago, nei ringhi del bosco.
~ Cesare Pavese
The earth is supported by the power of truth it is the power of truth that makes the sun shine and the winds blow indeed all things rest upon truth.
~ Chanakya
He had that smile on his round, craggy face you get when you squint at the sun. He had muscle deterioration in his face that gave him a lazy eye. If you didn't know him you would think he was blinking or drinking. With his good eye he looked through his wide glasses into my blue eyes. Russell
~ Charles Brandt
The water shines only by the sun. And it is you who are my sun. (L'eau ne brille que par le soleil. - Et c'est toi qui es mon soleil.)
~ Charles de Leusse
Water shines under the sun. But the sun dries it. (Eau brille sous soleil - Qui pourtant l'assèche.)
~ Charles de Leusse
We are jealous our close neighbors, but not the sun and its care. (Nous jalousons nos proches voisins, - Mais pas le soleil et ses soins.) [Fables1, The Ant / La Fourmi]
~ Charles de Leusse
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
~ Charles Dickens
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
~ Charles Dickens
The sun,--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.
~ Charles Dickens
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.
~ Charles Dickens
The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away.
~ Charles Dickens
Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade
~ Charles Dickens
However, the Sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.
~ Charles Dickens
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
~ Charles Dickens
the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.
~ Charles Dickens
As an emotion of the mind will express itself through any covering of the body, so the paleness which his situation engendered came through the brown upon his cheek, showing the soul to be stronger than the sun.
~ Charles Dickens
The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the court-yard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.
~ Charles Dickens
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is -as the light called human life is- at its coming and going.
~ Charles Dickens
Era daqueles dias de março em que o sol brilha quente e o vento sopra frio, de modo que se tem verão ao sol, e inverno à sombra.
~ Charles Dickens
Contemplating the scene?' inquired the dismal man. 'I was,' said Mr. Pickwick. 'And congratulating yourself on being up so soon?' Mr. Pickwick nodded assent. 'Ah! people need to rise early, to see the sun in all his splendour, for his brightness seldom lasts the day through. The morning of day and the morning of life are but too much alike.
~ Charles Dickens