Quotes About Sun

Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky, Before the sun came out. You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know How glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either, But you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

Some say it's the sun, some say it's the rain, but I know it's Love that makes things grow.

Love with old men is as the sun upon the snow, it dazzles more than it warms them

All we need is the truth in our hand. Someone to call a friend. Never fear the darkness. All we need is just the sun in the sky. And the hope of a summer to come with the meaning of love.

Love is like the sun: has its inner energy source that shines on you

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star...

The night ends with stars, the morning starts off with the sun just be thankful that God can wake you up every morning and he can help you fall asleep at night because with God he can make everything move on earth!

Some kind of magic, happens late at night. When the moon, smiles down at me, it bathes me in its light. I fell asleep beside you, in the tall blades of grass. When I woke, the world was new, I never had to ask. Its a brand new day, the sun is shining, its a brand new day. For the first time, in such a long, long time, I know, I'll be okay.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

I knew why he chose the brown. It was the plainest of my dresses, certainly drab in his eyes, but all the better to contrast and showcase the red he'd have me wear tomorrow. I had no doubt he'd ordered the snow itself as the perfect backdrop, and surely he'd ordered the sun to shine in the morning so as not to deter the crowds.

The sky seemed abruptly to have had enough of my dithering and dramatically lightened up around the glowing moon, which retreated like an aging sovereign before the rising sun.

leaves still cling to the trees, but the sun is telling them to drop dead.

Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

The crickets were back and the news was bad. The first thing seemed to signal the other if one were to look for signs. Earlier that morning the sun lay on the horizon like an egg that didn't break right, and all day it had threatened to rain

Sitting out there on the porch, I laughed. How funny—to think of us turning our clocks this way and that, importantly telling the sun when to rise and when to set, when we would prefer it to be light and when dark.

Be too great, like the Sun, to retaliate when lesser men throw stones at you.

The River Mogami has drowned Far and deep Beneath its surging waves The flaming sun of summer

It is not the length of life that matters. It's the depth. But while burrowing, keep the sun above you.

The Earth´s sun can look very much alone, yet it has relatives all across this galaxy, stars that were born in the exact same place, but which were now very far away from each other, lighting very different worlds. I was like a sun.

Is it so small a thing To have enjoyd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done; To have advancd true friends, and beat down baffling foes?

Funny weather today,' said the ferryman, bending slowly to his oars. 'In the morning you wake up to such a mist that you can't see two fathoms distance. And then about ten o'clock out comes the sun. One says to oneself "Here's spring on the way". And no sooner said than hailstorms set in for the afternoon. And now the wind's getting up, and there's going to be quite a blow, that's certain. Funny weather.

His love shone as impartial as the sun.

But you know, as I do, that the storm will pass And that the implacable sun doesn't simply stop When obscured by a dark, pernicious cloud, Which is why I know I'll return to your house- On a Sunday that's there on the calendar- And laugh with you over a glass of grappa.

Where's the sun?" he asked me once. "Behind the clouds." "Is it always there? Even when it's cloudy?" "Always." "Could we see it if we climbed to the top of that poplar?" "No." "And if we were on a minaret?" "No. The clouds are above the minaret." "And if a hole was made in the clouds?" Indeed, why don't people make holes in clouds for boys who love the sun?