Quotes About Sun

We are all born equally far from the sun.

As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck.

the sun was blazing all around them and the rays of sun were shooting past them, millions of rays shooting past them like- like golden machine-gun fire.

The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you

The sun is the only safe nuclear reactor, situated as it is some ninety-three million miles away.

I really only ever go on sun holidays so in my experience I prepare myself for the beach.

How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun." Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.

The faults of a superior person are like the sun and moon. They have their faults, and everyone sees them; they change and everyone looks up to them.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.

Youth without faith is a day without sun.

You are the sun in my day, the wind in my sky, the waves in my ocean and the beat in my heart... I Love You!

The Sun challenges us to Shine, the Clouds remind us to Move, the Birds tell us we too can Fly and the Sky tells us that there is no limit to our Dreams and Goals.

The worst nights passed and the sun once again gave us hope to a new life, a new opportunity.

The breeze was too sweet, and the sun too warm for a thought like that to be spoken.

I tracked my father's burning chariot across the sky. Well? What do you have to say to me? You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you.

I remember the runners best, nut-brown bodies slicked with oil, stretching on the track beneath the sun. They mix together, broad-shouldered husbands, beardless youths and boys, their calves all thickly carved with muscle.

My eye catches on a light head among dozens of dark, tousled crowns. I lean forward to see. Hair lit like honey in the sun, and within it, glints of gold—the circlet of a prince.

He smiled. "Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere." The sun sank below Pelion's ridges, and we were happy.

Hair lit like honey in the sun, and within it, glints of gold - the circlet of a prince.

Patroclus. A voice like music, above me. I look up to see a man leaning on the walls as if sunning, dark hair to his shoulders, a quiver and bow slung casually around his torso. Startled, I slip a little, my knees scraping the rock. He is piercingly beautiful, smooth skin and a finely cut face that glows with something more than human. Black eyes. Apollo.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.

Se inclinaban hacia él como las flores hacia el sol, ávidos de recibir su brillo. Era lo que había dicho Ulises una vez: él tenía luz suficiente para hacerles héroes a todos.

Albion Park on a fierce spring morning. A mad March day of ice and fire. Thomas's feet beat a tattoo on the path. Every hair, every bristle on his chin stands on end. He is a small star-ship of blazing neurons- He is a librarian on his way to work, half-blind with sun and cold and memory.

According to Dionysius, the Divine Darkness appears dark only because it is so dazzlingly bright-- a paradox I have attempted to understand by looking directly at the sun and noticing the dark spot that flowers at its center. But as compelling as this paradox, or this experiment, may be, I am not as interested in it as I am the fact that in Christian iconography, this "dazzling darkness" appears with startling regularity as blue.