Quotes About Sun

Porque el horror de la Tierra es real y cotidiano. Es como una flor o como el sol; no puede contenerse.

And to me, wildness means following the growth of love. Like a plant reaching through stone toward the sun-

You too must seek the sun...

The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn.

The kindly search for growth, the gracious desire to exist of the flowers, my near ecstasy at existing among them The privilege to witness my existence—you too must seek the sun

Par là-dessus, un grand soleil féroce qui faisait

On this night I had searched for them without success, fearing to find them; they were nowhere in the house, nor about the moonlit dawn. For, although the sun is lost to us for ever, the moon, full-orbed or slender, remains to us. Sometimes it shines by night, sometimes by day, but always it rises and sets, as in that other life.

Elállt az es?, a földek fölött kisütött a nap. Halvány szivárvány nyújtózott a szürke égbolt alatt. Monza kíváncsi lett volna, tényleg manók laknak-e a tövében, ahogyan az apja mondta neki, vagy ott is csak szar van, ahogy mindehol máshol. Kihajolt a nyeregb?l és a búza közé köpött. Manószar talán.

Rikke sat in Skarling's Chair, an old sheepskin draped over the back and onto the seat, red cloak around her shoulders and green stones around her neck, the tattoos black on her pale face. She looked comfortable, in that uncomfortable-looking chair, one leg crossed over the other with the worn boot gently swinging. There were some big names in the room, but everyone faced a bit towards her, like flowers turning their petals towards the sun.

The Incas were right to worship the sun, Father. God is fire. Combustion is the one inarguable blessing. A tree, oil, coal, a man, a civilization, a soul. They've all got to burn sometime. The warmth made by their passing may be the salvation of others. The ultimate value of the Bible, the Constitution, or any work of literature, really, is that they all burn very well, and for a while they keep back the cold.

The Incas were right to worship the sun, Father," the Fireman said to Father Storey. "God is fire. Combustion is the one inarguable blessing. A tree, oil, coal, a man, a civilization, a soul. They've all got to burn sometime. The warmth made by their passing may be the salvation of others. The ultimate value of the Bible, or the Constitution, or any work of literature, really, is that they all burn very well, and for a while they keep back the cold.

I trust the sun to rise and the sun to set, though I know one day it will do these things without me.

Galima gauti saul?s sm?g?, bet m?nulio sm?gio negausi.

The richest monarch in the Christian world;The sun in my own dominions never sets.

Jesus bleibet meine Freude, Meines Herzens Trost und Saft, Jesus wehret allem Leide, Er ist meines Lebens Kraft, Meiner Augen Lust und Sonne, Meiner Seele Schatz und Wonne; Darum laß ich Jesum nicht Aus dem Herzen und Gesicht.

God knows I often retire to my bed wishing (at times even hoping) that I might never wake up; and in the morning I open my eyes, see the sun once again, and am miserable.

I'll see the sprouts in the morning when you wake up from sleep, and with glee look at the way the bright sun, I'll see it...And then I have no more desire for others the whole day. Everything, everything is covered with these expectations.

Let it go out, the sun's fire, If light dawns inside our souls, In our own hearts we'll discover What the outer world withholds.

Art trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.

Desire dazzles, and the sun gives life.

Cheerfulness ought to be the viaticum vitae of their life to the old; age without cheerfulness is a Lapland winter without a sun.

This is the world. Half of it is lit by the sun and the other half remains in darkness. It is the same with life. There is good and bad and it's our duty to remain in the light, be good.

Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.