Quotes About Sun

In the fall when they burn the stubble off the fields the sun gets this dusty hazy color, and the mare's-tail clouds whipping along near Wakonda Head look like goldenrod bent over by the wind. It's always real pretty. You can almost hear it ring in the sky.

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; God is the sun.

The human mind has no more power of inventing a new value than of planting a new sun in the sky or a new primary color in the spectrum.

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.

The miraculous power of the healing we create through crisis can be as stunning as looking at the sun.

The earth is supported by the power of truth it is the power of truth that makes the sun shine and the winds blow indeed all things rest upon truth.

You know how the Eclipse of the sun shows it? Christ's strength eclipses your powerlessness in God's likeness, and there is total darkness on your weakness.

The Sun is bad enough even while he is single, drying up our marshes with his heat as he does. But what will become of us if he marries and and begets other suns?

No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.

I never watched the sun when it was overhead dragging the day after it.

Gazing at the faintest and remotest of all the swarm of universes, I seemed, by hypertelescopic imagination, to see it as a population of suns; and near one of those suns was a planet, and on that planet's dark side a hill, and on that hill myself.

The sun sinks to rise again; the day is swallowed up in the gloom of night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched.

The terror drifted over georgetown like the sun over a blind mans eyes

The blaze of sun wrung pops of sweat from the old man's brow, yet he cupped his hands around the glass of hot sweet tea as if to warm them. In forgetting, they were trying to remember.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,And the free maids that weave their thread with bones,Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,And dallies with the innocence of love,Like the old age.

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

Hamlet: For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion,—Have you a daughter?Polonius: I have, my lord.Hamlet: Let her not walk i' the sun.

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.

Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks;Small have continual plodders ever won,Save base authority from others' books.These earthly godfathers of heaven's lightsThat give a name to every fixed star,Have no more profit of their shining nightsThan those that walk and wot not what they are.

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,Towards Phoebus' lodging.

Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,His honor and the greatness of his nameShall be, and make new nations.

Who doth ambition shun,And loves to live i' the sun,Seeking the food he eats,And pleas'd with what he gets.

We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'dWas innocence for innocence.

The self-same sun that shines upon his courtHides not his visage from our cottage, butLooks on alike.