Quotes About Sun

O what of the outer drear, As long as there's inner light; As long as the sun of cheer Shines ardently bright?

We inhabit a three-body cosmos. Sophia is essentially the matriarch of a single-parent family—a single-planet goddess, if you will. But she relies on the support of the surrogate parents, sun and moon, to manage her terrestrial brood.

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

Another hill town;another dry Cinzano in the sun.

Harper prefers winter, when it gets dark at three thirty and is pitch black by the time she finishes her shift. The summer sun reveals too much.

But the world is filled with deceptions and betrayals--nearly every life has one--and yet the sun still rises and sets, the world continues on.

Now, however, he understands how liberating it is to get intoxicated while the sun is out. It feels decadent in the best possible way. The world seems alternately kind, forgiving, absurd, and hilarious. "You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning," he says to Chris and Mike. "Am I right?

No, Child! 'Tis your Business to make Hay while the Sun shines — for when Youth and Beauty are no more — Farewell Hope

I would know you from the heart of the sun. I would know you even if I were mad. I will know you always, whatever form I wear. I swear it.

Is it a dream? The day is done, The long, warm, fragrant summer day; Afar beyond the hills, the sun In purple splendor sinks away.

By anguish which made pale the sun, I hear Him charge his saints that none Among his creatures anywhere Blaspheme against Him with despair, However darkly days go on.

if some natures have to be refined by the sun, & some by the furnace (the less genial ones--) both means are to be recognized as good; . . . however different in pleasurableness & painfulness, & tho' furnace-fire leaves scorched streaks upon the fruit--.

She dug her toes into the cool carpet place with a sigh of relief and hung up her hat, grateful to House for taking the edge of the sun.

Two planets of comparable size in an endless falling ballet around each other and their sun made for challenging close orbits, and Perceval was all too aware of the fragility of her old and battered world.

A strange twilight strangled the city's voice to desperate murmurs as every foot paused, every voice hushed, every eye lifted and quickly fell again, unable to bear the light of even a half-occluded sun.

The stone hushed my footsteps instead of ringing with them, and yet the sun shone from without them, golden as the walls.

A window across the river caught the sun as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.

He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.

The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.

To eat figs off the tree in the very early morning, when they have been barely touched by the sun, is one of the exquisite pleasures of the Mediterranean.

In the deep sky where there had been a sun, we saw a ring of white silver; a smoking ring, and all the smokes were silver, too; gauzy, fuming, curling, unbelievable. And who had ever seen the sky this color! Not in the earliest morning or at twilight, never before had we seen or dreamed this strange immortal blue in which a few large stars now sparkled as though for the first time in creation.

How arrogant we are to think the survival of any life that begins in our shadow depends upon our continuing physical presence. Indeed our shadow too often stands between the new life we create- in whatever form- and the sun's life-giving rays.

She rolled over and stretched, blinking up at the blue sky. The tips of the long grasses swished gently in the breeze. The hot sun pressed down on her so that she felt hot and empty. Slowly, the meadow began to fulfill its promise.

The heaven had cried out for joy, and the earth had answered, and between the two the smell of the gorse rose up like ascending prayer and linked them together. Music and scent were alive once more in the world; only color tarried, waiting upon the sun.