Quotes About Sun

Be patient. Like storms, the challenges will pass. Know too, that like the sun, your true soul self is constantly radiating.

The sky had dropped a curtain on the sun.

The one big surprise is that as it turns out, God is the sun. It makes sense, if you think about it. Why we didn't see it sooner I cannot say. Every day the sun was right there burning, our and other planets hovering around it, always apologizing and we didn't think it was God. Why would there be a God and also a sun? Of course God is the sun. Everyone in the life before was cranky, I think, because they just wanted to know.

No vision has ever come true, no promise has ever been kept. But then there was you, and you were the promise that would obliterate all of the disappointments of the past. Everything about you insisted on it. Your color, your hair, the way light projects from every part of you. You were the sun that would burn away sponge putrid broken promises of the world.

A bottle of suntan powder was on the table between them.

Promises are just breaks in the rain. Sun comes out for a moment. Just long enough to make you hope. Then it always starts raining again.

The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.

And her eyes. I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman's eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.

The sun is a hammer. I can feel one side of my face start to cook. The blue sky is glossy and fat with heat, a few thin cirri sheared to blown strands like hair at the rims.

a thing among things, its self's soul so much vapor aloft, falling as rain and then rising, the sun up and down like a yoyo.

people outdoors here just scuttle in vectors from air conditioning to air conditioning. The sun is a hammer. I can feel one side of my face start to cook. The blue sky is glossy and fat with heat, a few thin cirri sheared to blown strands like hair at the rims.

El sol, cuando los ojos parpadeantes alcanzan a verlo aunque sea de soslayo, los enceguece de azul y rojo como un foco. «¿Por qué no? ¿Por qué no? ¿Por qué no «no» entonces, si el mejor razonamiento que puedes hacer es por qué no?»

To become an abstraction: The Mother, Down On One Knee. This was life after he came - she orbits him, I chart her movements. That she could call him a blessing, the sun in her sky. She was no more the girl that I'd married.

The top seed this weekend is Richard Krajicek,12 a 6?5? Dutchman who wears a tiny white billed hat in the sun and rushes the net like it owes him money and in general plays like a rabid crane.

There's sun on the wall with the hanging viewer and poster of the paranoid king and an enormous hand-drawn Sierpinski gasket.

turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.