Quotes About Sun

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best.

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.

There are so many colors in the rainbow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flower and I see every one.

To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.

I woke up this morning, Smiled at the rising sun, Three little birds, Sat on my doorstep, Singing sweet songs

Saying good night to the mountains, the sun throws his most beautiful rays to them, that they may not forget him till the morning.

The sun is but a morning star.

People have accused me of being in favor of globalization. This is equivalent to accusing me of being in favor of the sun rising in the morning.

It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.

November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.

If I were asked to explain the Japanese spirit, I would say it is wild cherry blossoms glowing in the morning sun!

I am in love with the creator of heaven and earth. I see the morning sun and thank the Lord for everything that he has blessed me with. That is a perfect start to every morning.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

Sitting in the morning sun, I'll be sitting when the evening comes

I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.

The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years.

Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey.

Once I was beset by anxiety but I pushed the fear away by studying the sky, determining when the moon would come out and where the sun would appear in the morning.

All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, "Remember Night!"

At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.

Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes.