Quotes About Sun

Si vais a la felicidad llevad sombrilla.

Men hail the rising sun with glee, They love his setting glow to see, But fail to mark that every day In fragments bears their life away.

CYGNUS EXPRESS – A PROJECT ODYSSEUS FUNDRAISER Vastness of space, planets orbiting distant suns, partygoers in gleaming imitations of vacuum suits, bleeping sound of contact through the static of cosmic background radiation, overlaid with driving trance rhythm. Frances shrugged. Damn, she felt good pressed against him. "In space," she said, "no one can hear you dance." Kade shrugged. "Next.

All day Ben had felt surrounded by signs too secret to interpret: the dance of decaying leaves in the air, the long shadows where the autumn chill lurked like winter biding its time, a sun which looked swollen with blood as the mist dragged it down beyond the unconvincing cut-out shapes the houses had become.

It was late afternoon, and the sun laid sharp golden halo on the ridges of the dunes, glinting on the grey-green leaves of the scrub. Behind the line of dunes that closed the valley to the south, the sea was peacefully snoring. Blue shadow crept across the flat sand floor, and the air grew sharp.

Chiar dac? deÈ™ertul doreÈ™te ploaia ca s? se împrosp?teze ,deÈ™ertul are nevoie de soare pentru a È™ti c? este un deÈ™ert.

I had tried many times to tell her that my suicide attempt was only my way of trying to escape the permanence of the sun. With frankness, and using my limited psychological knowledge and powers of articulation, I tried to explain to her that I had attempted suicide out of a kind of curiosity, or maybe as a challenge to nature, to the cosmos itself, to the recurring light. I felt oppressed by it all.

The sun came in through the open windows, just like the wind, and it blew her hair backward and forward, and it wasn't hot and it wasn't cold and it wasn't early and it wasn't late and they drank beer and the road had no end and it really sounded like God was finally playing all his greatest hits.

In the alley where I last saw Justine, there was no sun. The storefronts displayed carnation bouquets and orthopedic shoes and hearing aids, but in the alley, these same stores were just dark walls, and looking at them was like looking at the back of someone who has turned and walked away from you.

I'm a California kid, so I love the beach.

I love the sun; I would have trouble living in Canada.

I absolutely loved working for 'The Sun' on 'Page 3.' It was an amazing job and a catalyst for future opportunities.

I actually have a movie that I was a supporting role in that I'm really proud of called 'Sun Dogs.'

Sometimes I'll do a mask if I had a lot of makeup on that day or was out in the sun. I like a hydrogen mask. It's an easy one, and it's supposed to soothe and relax your skin.

For sure, in Italy, the sun always shines.

I ski, I surf, I scuba dive... any sport that starts with an 's.'

The kids called me King of the Surf Guitar. I surfed sunup to sundown.

Riding is my passion, but a very close second is sun, sand, and surf.

I've discovered special makeup by a company called M.A.C. You could wear it on the surface of the sun and it wouldn't move.

To be clean in body and spirit, they went to water, bathing often in clear pools and mountain streams. They considered water, the sun, and fire to be holy gifts of Kanati , the Great Spirit.

It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it.

Days, when the ball of our vision Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun; When the grasp on the bow was decision, And arrow and hand and eye were one; When the Pleasures, like waves to a swimmer, Came heaving for rapture ahead!— Invoke them, they dwindle, they glimmer As lights over mounds of the dead. —GEORGE MEREDITH "Ode to Youth in Memory

at the poles themselves, there are not 365 days per year but one long night and one long stretch of light, and the sun rises once in the spring and sets once in the fall.

I should hurry, then, if I were you," said Blackberry. "The sun will be down soon." "Hah!" said Bigwig. "If I meet a stoat, it'd better look out, that's all. I'll bring you one back tomorrow, shall I?