Quotes About Sun

As the sun gazed upon makes everything else look dark and dim , so does the cross darken the false splendour of this world.

There are Things that do not love the sun. They weep and curse their own creation. Sometimes on earth a cruel shift takes place. Time splits. Corpses possessed at the moment of their death rise from tombs. The dark ages of history flow mindless from stagnant wells and lime-dripping cellars. The corpses, those creatures of possession, walk through ancient halls and rooms.

It is the wholeness of living things, the dynamic energy moving from sun to plant to animal, a ceaseless flow that in the long scheme of things is far more important than mineral deposits to our future existence.

Getting Ready" What if the heart does not pale as the body wanes, but is like the sun that blazes hotter each day on these immense, perishing fields? What then? (Desire is not the problem. This far south, we are careful not to mistake seizures for love.) He sits there bewildered in a clamp of light In the stillness, the sun grinds him clean.

made up Southern Hope. The snowfields rolled out flat in all directions. The sky was hard and clear, the sun beginning to sink toward

Nuestro amor tirita y el sol también.

Aprendamos a hacer el amor como las palomas. Lloremos como lloran los niños. Aún es tiempo de amanecer junto al sol.

Reason is like an officer when the king appears. The officer then loses his power and hides himself. Reason is the shadow cast by God; Go is the sun.

The sun was shining but the air was cold. It was the middle of January, after all. But I did not know that the sun could shine and the air remain cold; no one had ever told me.

en blekgul sol som verkade ha försvagats av överansträngning. Men det var soligt i alla fall, vilket var trevligt och lindrade min hemlängtan. Så när jag såg att solen sken klev jag upp och satte mig en klänning. Det var helt fel. Solen sken visserligen men det var kallt i luften. Det var mitten av januari men jag kände inte till att solen kunde skina utan att det blev varmt. Det hade ingen upplyst mig om.

Somewhere in that vast tapestry of interwoven odors, Angel was sure he could smell the dead. Not their bodies, but their souls. His newest theory was that the dead came as ghosts in sudden finger-thin wafts of perfume or cigarette or hair's sweet soap scents when it was drying in the sun…

Even at brightest noon, it's always Full moon in my country. In these streets of Tropic stone and Malay blood, daylight is Moonlight mugging me on every corner Where human shadows loll in an atmosphere Both lunar and lunatic. And while from either pole we're Half a world and seas away, this Might as well be An arctic archipelago, where as The sun burns the colder it gets. This might as well be Equatorial Antarctica...

Medals hang from his neck in a glittering array, like jewelry, like starts that will now go out because their sun no longer burns.

Al primo sguardo distante, reso più incerto dai veli di nebbia che fanno del sole un disco biancastro, non sai se il miraggio sia il mare che stai solcando, e invece è terraferma, o i palazzi e le chiese appoggiati sull'acqua, in realtà scogli di forme architettoniche.

Life keeps time, and it seems that the beat is an old one, determined mainly by the rotation of our own planet, which turns the sun on and off like some giant cosmic strobe light. Life

Count yourself fortunate." He made an elegant sweep of his hand toward the sun. "Daylight does not make them turn to ash, but they become bloody damn infants, whinging on about irritated eyes and sluggish limbs and so forth.

When she fell asleep, she dreamed of a woman riding the moon across the sky. Her pale hair caught the light of the sun, and the long curls became iridescent rainbows that wrapped the world with love and peace. "There's someone you have to meet," the woman in the dream said. "Hurry.

Over and over and over, Mom and Dad towed them out, turned them around, then let go. The water whooshed them back to shore. The hot sun above, the cold water beneath: it was a feeling you could never get tired of.

Oh! beautiful is the love of youth to youth, and touching the tenderness of womanhood to woman; and fair in the eyes of the happy sun is the waking of holy sleep, and the virgin kiss upon virgin lips smiling and murmuring the sweet "Good morrow!"

I hope thou shalt never retreat beneath the ground. The sun is thy inheritance. The sky is thy birthright. Stay here, my boy, and with the conversation of mankind. rejoice in the light.

As the bulb of black cloud, lit by both sun and flame, hovered above the storehouses, the people of Leningrad looked on in choked awe. "It was an immense spectacle of stunning beauty," wrote Lyubov Shaporina. The air smelled sweet as tons of sugar burned.

As if he heard me, he smiled, and his face was like the sun.

Odysseus had told me once that half of a duel is maneuvering around the sun, trying to get the light to stab at your enemy's eyes. But I was the blood of Helios, and no light could blind me.

This was how mortals found fame, I thought. Through practice and diligence, tending their skills like gardens until they glowed beneath the sun.