Quotes About Sun

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

A sail boat that sails backwards can never see the sun rise.

... The sun does not shine upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes, depend upon it.

Three fishers went sailing away to the west,/ Away to the west as the sun went down.

The softest grass can break any stone in her quest to find the sun. Rise again, woman, RISE AGAIN!

I see a vision, its the vision of tomorrow, no force can stop it from manifesting, not even the sun nor the moon.

The beauty of writing is imagining new endings to a time of darkness, like burning off a morning fog with the heat and clarity of the sun.

I had gotten so used to the taste of rain that I forgot what the sun tasted like. Bittersweet.

Your false promises are dark enough to submerge even the sun.

Without a veil your countenance cannot be seen, Without a veil your eyes cannot be seen. Unless one is experiencing complete enlightenment The source of the sun cannot be seen.

I let the sun hit me. The sun's some kind of gift. Another day we're all alive. I wish she could understand. I'm just happy to be alive.

Nobody want to Lose the Power of the Sun in their Mind, because we like sunschine.

Nobody want to lose the power of the sun in their mind, because we all like sunshine.

Let the Sun Shining in our Brain Storm to Happiness

As love was the Sun and our Dream the Moon where we Will Find Balance?

Everyone wants the sun let shine, and the neighbor's grass is always greener, so it is better to mow it ourselves.

Let the sun shine in our Heart all other places is a extra gift. Jan Jansen

I moved my chair into sun I sat in the sun The way hunger is moved when called fasting

I wake to a simple longing, all I want of this ordinary hour, this ordinary earth that was long ago married to time: to hear as a sand crab hears the waves, loud as a second heart; to see as a green thing sees the sun, with the undividing attention of blind love. — Jane Hirshfield, from "Rain in May," Of Gravity & Angels . (Wesleyan; 1 edition February 15, 1988)

The sun is all love and murder, judgement, the perpetual raid of conscience, paratrooping light which opens like a snow-blossom in the downward drift of death. Wherever I turn - the golden cymbals of judgement, the summoning of the torturers of light.

a morass of despair violence death with a thin layer of glass spread upon the surface where Love, a tiny crab with pincers and rainbow shell, walked delicately ever sideways but getting nowhere, while the sun [...] rose higher in the sky its tassels dropping with flame threatening every moment to melt the precarious highway of glass. And the people: giant pathworks of colour with limbs missing and parts of their mind snipped off to fit them into the outline of the free pattern.

So I, a migratory bird, am suffering from the need to return to the place I have come from before the season and sun are right for my return. Do I meet spring summer or winter? Here I live in a perpetual other season unable to read in the sky, the sun, the temperature, the signs for returning.