Quotes About Sun

Even the sun directs our gaze away from itself and to the life illumined by it.

The founding Prophet of the Mormon Church also declared that the moon was inhabited by people about six feet tall who dressed like Quakers and lived to be a thousand years old.' Smith's successor, Brigham Young, came forth with an even more amazing revelation-that the sun is also inhabited.

The moon is a wink of God eye in our darker days, and the sun is the heat of his heart for our LOVE.

The moon is a wink of God eye, and the sun is the heat of His heart for our Love.

Maybe you ride a different wave. Maybe you catch another ray of the sun That I've just begun to feel.

I squinted into the sun with one eye to see sun-bronzed legs and a dripping wet pair of board shorts.

Cricket to us was more than play, It was a worship in the summer sun.

The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed uprooted- We shall not feel it again. We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain.

Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?— This violent plaid Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done Through indolence, high judgments given in haste; The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste?

Nunca pude soportar ver salir el sol después de una tormenta. Mi idea de un día de lluvia es que debe llover hasta la noche. Que el sol salga a la mañana siguiente, vaya y pase, pero ¿así?... Que el sol interrumpa donde nadie lo llama... En los días de lluvia el sol es un intruso imperdonable

There is poetry and music in our technology, a beauty as touching as that of eagle, moss campion, raven or yonder limestone boulder shining under the Arctic sun.

The river, the canyon, the desert world was always changing, from moment to moment, from miracle to miracle, within the firm reality of mother earth. River, rock, sun, blood, hunger, wings, joy—this is the real, Smith would have said, if he'd wanted to. If he felt like it. All the rest is androgynous theosophy.

Lifting her lovely and longing face towards the inaudible chant of the sun, she drifted through her time, through space, through the concatenate cells of her unfolding self. Where to now, Abbzug? You're twenty-eight and a half years old, Abbzug. 

I like the name. Tukuhnikivats—in the language of the Utes "where the sun lingers.

Only when the sap is dried up, only when age comes on, does the sun shine in vain for man and for the tree.

Reflect in terror the scorching sun: dive at your mirror and drown within.

The Buddha-nature which is ours from the very beginning is like the sun which emerges from the clouds, or like a mirror which, when rubbed, regains its original purity and clarity. (217)

The difference between the Russian character and the Western is that we Russians have learned to live our days in the full knowledge that whatever transpires in the interim, the sun will eventually expand and humanity will be incinerated. It's a way of life precisely opposite to the American Dream. Call is Russian fatalism if you like. But it gives us a sense of perspective, a sense of humor, and perhaps a certain dignity.

But in the garden the sun still shone. The innumerable bees hummed. The scent of thyme hung on the air. But only the Natterjack was there to breathe the fragrant essence of it. He and the garden were waiting. They were waiting for more children. They didn't care how long they waited. They had all the time in the world. -The Time Garden, Edward Eager

So we sailed on to the sunTill we found a sea of green,And we lived beneath the wavesIn our yellow submarine.

I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.

Even at midnight the sun was still bright, All because you kissed me goodnight!

In the time when Dendid created all things,He created the sun,And the sun is born, and dies, and comes again.

It is all very beautiful and magical here---a quality which cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake it into you. The skies and land are so enormous, and the detail so precise and exquisite that wherever you are you are isolated in a glowing world between the macro and the micro, where everything is sidewise under you and over you, and the clocks stopped long ago.