Quotes About Sun

There are Mornings" Even now, when the plot calls for me to turn to stone, the sun intervenes. Some mornings in summer, I step outside and the sky opens and pours itself into me as if I were a saint about to die. But the plot calls for me to live, be ordinary, say nothing to anyone. Inside the house, the mirrors burn when I pass.

Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.

My love's hair is autumn hair, there the sun ripens. My fingers harvest the dark vegetable of her body. In the morning I remove it from my tongue and sleep again.

A wise man can do no better than to turn from the churches and look up through the airy majesty of the wayside trees with exultation, with resignation, at the unconquerable, unimplicated sun.

You know you're from Arizona when you drive two miles around a parking lot looking for a shady place — even in the dead of winter.

Thank Heaven, the sun has gone in, and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.

Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.

She thought about the dolphins, the warm smells of the island, and the animals that lived there. She realized that all of this was what made the Chincoteague ponies special. It wasn't just that they were horses, although that in itself would have been enough. But the ponies were even more. They were the sun, the sand, the untamed beauty of nature, all rolled into one. And they were a legend in themselves.

A new respect for Nature had been learned, a new kinship with sun and water and soil....They had learned that while Nature is often beautiful and kind, her laws must be respected, for they are ruthless and inexorable as well. Man must accept these laws and adjust his way of living to them. Then only can he prosper.

Aeons change, not as the result of some war in heaven or astrological event. Rather they are simply the consequence of some improved modification in human consciousness. Obviously, such a mutation needs to be universal and fundamental: something most of us share with our fellows, something as simple as how we perceive our relationship with the Sun.

Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples.

Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

Es tan bella que el mismo sol la envidia.

Let the skein never end of I love you you love me, ever burnt with decrepit sun and old moon; for whatever you don't give me and I don't ask of you will be for death, which does not leave even a shadow on trembling flesh.

I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky".

The moon is up, and yet it is not night, The sun as yet divides the day with her.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.

My happiest childhood memories are of times in our backyard. My mother had an old clothesline that hung out in front. It seemed like it stretched a mile long, and I loved sitting in the sun while she hung clothes.

I turn melancholy when I lie out in the sun. I mourn my unhappy origins. I feel sad for my mother, frustrated as a wife, disdainful now that she's a widow.

Dead before the sun rises, I said. Stars, Bob, why don't you just go over the melodramatic edge and tell me that I'm going to be sleeping with the fishes?

Wizard!' it howled in triumph. 'Wizard, the sun is sinking! I will tear out thy heart! I will hunt thy friends and their children! I will slay them all!' 'It's thine heart,' I muttered.

When single shines the triple sun, What was sundered and undone Shall be whole, the two made one By Gelfling hand, or else by none.

cleanly as the plow wounded it, and the scorching sun burned a healing scab over the wound. Keeping intent eyes on both mules and waiting for the fly to bite, Joe was not one man but two. One of them felt a soul-filling