Quotes About Sun

Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.

Every scent is the sun's scent.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

The sun rode low in the sky, the storm clouds long gone. The ocean was calm today, not a white cap to be found. One would never have believed there'd been a storm less than forty-eight hours ago.

August in East Tennessee is a sweaty panting mutt, breathing down a dust-caked neck that has been baked by the southern sun.

I witnessed all things quicken to color, to form my question not answered but given its part in a vast unfolding design lit by a rising sun.

I am, a shadow that grows longer as the sun moves, drawn out on a thread of wonder. If I bear burdens they begin to be remembered as gifts, goods, a basket of bread that hurts my shoulders but closes me in fragrance. I can eat as I go. ("Stepping Westward")

Skyscraper Skyscraper, skyscraper, Scrape me some sky: Tickle the sun While the stars go by. Tickle the stars While the sun's climbing high, Then skyscraper, skyscraper Scrape me some sky.

Life can be compared to a Rainbow that requires both the Sun and the Rain in order to create its Bright and Beautiful Colors.

There is a place called reality. It is a place where people use doors instead of windows. Where, when you click a sound is made not a flame. Where, a shadow is a thing created by the sun, not a weapon. Where, your reflection stays in the mirror. And where skeletons don't walk and talk. But you can escape this place. You just have to have one thing. Imagination.

The Doctor put his finger to his lips and Martha nodded and followed him as quietly as she could. Wet leaves squelched under her feet. There was movement up ahead: two teenagers, a pale boy and a nervous girl, walked into a clearing. The sun broke through the clouds and the boy started to sparkle. Martha felt the Doctor's eyes on her and she blushed. 'Do not judge me.' 'Judging is for later,' he said, and they continued on, giving the young lovers a wide berth.

There is a place called reality. It is a place where people use doors instead of windows. Where, when you click a sound is made not a flame. Where, a shadow is a thing created by the sun, not a weapon. Where, your reflection stats in the mirror. And where skeletons don't walk and talk. But you can escape this place. You just have to have one thing. Imagination.

In the Upanishads they talk about the path of the sun and the path of the moon. The path of the moon is rebirth. The path of the sun leads to self-knowledge, from which there is no return.

If the pros at Sun had had a chance to fix Java, the world would be a much more pleasant place. This is not secret knowledge. It's just secret to this pop culture.

Renunciation is the central sun, round which devotion, knowledge and the rest revolve like planets.

Even though he lived on the beach in college, he didn't have a tan. Now that's a serious player!

Life without friendship is like the sky without sun.

the low sun white and cold, and full of worms. Then a fan of white, gelatinous rays, transparent tubes whose ends mouth the earth. A flat, white opening in the sky, whose light silvered the air, dotted with their shadows. They are the larvae of the sun and will become themselves stars.

The sun loves the moon so much that he dies every night to let her breathe, and in return, she reflects his love.

The Mississippi flows slowly by and the sun shines clean over everything, and Karena knows Tiff thinks she is crying because of Charles, because her brother is stuck in a mental asylum instead of out and about on this beautiful day the way he should be, healthy and alert and comfortable in his own skin.

The winter nights were very long. Sometimes the sun showed for an hour, sometimes for only a few minutes, sometimes it did not show at all for a week. The men hunted by the bright shining of the moon or by the northern lights.

It would be great to have a little getaway place somewhere hot, maybe down in Mexico, since I love it there. But now that I've banned myself from the sun, I don't know how that will work.

And for an instant he would remember Naples: sitting with Sasha in her tiny room; the jolt of surprise and delight he'd felt when the sun finally dropped into the center of her window and was captured inside her circle of wire. Now he turned to her, grinning. Her hair and face were aflame with orange light. "See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. "It's mine.