Quotes About Sun

Through the window the sun was shining like a beacon, nearly blinding her just as her parents lies had.

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

Sometimes, as practice for trying to convince myself that God exists, I try to convince my shadow that the sun exists.

She has learnt the language of love From lips that laugh in the sun, Where the skies are so clear above, Her eyes fresh blue have won. But oh be still my heart! Will she yet remember the day Her tears o'er our kiss did run, The day that she went away?

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:And straight was a path of gold for him,And the need of a world of men for me.

Have you found your life distasteful?My life did and does smack sweet.Was your youth of pleasure wasteful?Mine I saved and hold complete.Do your joys with age diminish?When mine fail me, I'll complain.Must in death your daylight finish?My sun sets to rise again.

To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.

Worldly wealth is the Devil's bait and those whose minds feed upon riches recede, in general, from real happiness, in proportion as their stores increase, as the moon, when she is fullest, is farthest from the sun.

This is a lesson that the stars in the sky teach us—they may be related to the sun, and just as brilliant, but they never appear in her company. (Baltasar Gracián, 1601-1658)

sixth birthday?" asked Cicero. "He told me over dinner the other night: 'More people worship a rising than a setting sun.

The lions sing and the hills take flight. The moon by day, and the sun by night. Blind woman, deaf man, jackdaw fool. Let the Lord of Chaos rule. -chant from a children's game heard in Great Arvalon, the Fourth Age

i can't understand her well son, you might as well try to understand the sun

The pale sun sat above the trees to the east, but its light was crisply dark, as if mixed with shadow. It was an awkward morning, made for unpleasant thoughts.

when she smiled, it seemed the sun might hide its head in defeat.

Better to try understanding the sun than a woman

The first sight travelers had of Tar Valon, before their horses came in view of the bridges, before their river boat captains sighted the island, was the Tower reflecting the sun like a beacon.

sitting on the beach in Florida, playing

that Quality was the effect of subjects and objects. It was not! He brought out his knife. "The sun of quality," he wrote, "does not revolve around the subjects and objects of our existence. It does not just passively illuminate them. It is not subordinate to them in any way. It has created them. They are subordinate to it!

It's happening, just from the warming of the sun, the road and green praire farmland and buffeting wind coming together. And soon it is nothing but beautiful warmth and wind and speed and sun down the empty road. The last chills of the morning are thawed by the warm air. Wind and more sun and more smooth road.

The sun of quality," he wrote, "does not revolve around the subjects and objects of our existence. It does not just passively illuminate them. It is not subordinate to them in any way. It has created them. They are subordinate to it!

I went back to my own innocent little chores and sat in my office as the fall drew imperceptibly on and the earth leaned on its axis and shouldered the spot I occupied a little out of the direct, billowing, crystalline, consuming blaze of the enormous sun.

the endless easy joy that came with pissing into the morning sun.

I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have villains at all, I'd give them a chance, Anne--I'd give them a chance. There are some terrible bad men the world, I suppose, but you'd have to go a long piece to find them...But most of us have got a little decency somewhere in us. Keep on writing, Anne.