Quotes About Sun

A star is drawing on some vast reservoir of energy by means unknown to us. This reservoir can scarcely be other than the subatomic energy which, it is known exists abundantly in all matter; we sometimes dream that man will one day learn how to release it and use it for his service. The store is well nigh inexhaustible, if only it could be tapped. There is sufficient in the Sun to maintain its output of heat for 15 billion years.

La Finlandia intera entrava nella stagione estiva. Le acque si erano liberate, gli umani risvegliati. Il sole splendeva raggiante, una brezza leggera turbinava nell'aria. Dalle parti di Lestijärvi, in campagna, una madre di famiglia sfornava brioche alla cannella; a Kokkola, sulla costa, un automobilista ubriaco provocava un incidente mortale. Insomma, era cominciata l'estate.

Y simples soldados rasos, / en portentosa campaña, / llevaron el sol de España / desde el oriente al ocaso.

Because color meant life - humans, or animals, or plants, with their different petals, their changeable leaves, the way their chlorophyll pulsed bright and vital with the warmth of the sun.

Plants cry their gratitude for the sun in green joy.

Hatred of Muslims sold. As the editor of The Sun said after facing a ruling on a separate incident, he would do the exact same thing again.

The sun was out, dappling the nettles round the tree, though it was a green underwaterish kind of light which seemed rather curious.

At this spot, for some reason known only to itself, the Folly brook turned at a right angle. Beneath the oak the water had washed away the sandy bank, and many winter floods had laid bare some of the massive hawser roots which projected in a twisted tangle from the soil of the bank. The sun, shining full on the steep bluff, threw shadows from the overhanging roots, so that underneath all was darkness.

The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before.

It's so important to protect your eyes from harmful UV rays - you use SPF every morning, but you need to protect your eyes, too.

I love Greece. It's really cool in the summer.

Who doesn't want that salty beach hair?

Going through the arch, from mud into snow, from bright sun into the pallid luminescence of a snowfall, from her past into her future.

The final confirmation of strangeness lay beyond the Wall. It was clear and cool on the Ancelstierre side, and the sun was shining - but Sabriel could see snow falling steadily behind the Wall, and snow-heavy clouds clustered right up to the Wall, where they suddenly stopped, as if some mighty weather-knife had simply sheared through the sky.

We are, after all, an animal that was brought into being on this biosphere by these processes of sun and water and lead. And if we depart too far from them, we're departing too far from the mother, from our heritage.

I have sometimes thought that the reason the trees are so quiet in the summer is that they are in a sort of ecstasy; it is in winter, when the biologists tell us they sleep, that they are most awake, because the sun is gone and they are addicts without their drug, sleeping restlessly and often waking, walking the dark corridors of forests searching for the sun.

There are encounters that change nothing. Urth turns her aged face to the sun and he beams upon her snows; they scintillate and coruscate until each little point of ice hanging from the swelling sides of the towers seems the Claw of the Conciliator, the most precious of gems. Then everyone except the wisest believes that the snow must melt and give way to a protracted summer beyond summer.

Feels good, this time of year," he said. "The sun's dead and don't know it yet, but we do. If you're killed, you'll get to miss next winter, and if you're hurt bad, you'll get to stay inside. That's what I always tell them. Of course, most of the fights are around midsummer's eve, so it's more appropriate then, so to speak. I don't know if it comforts them or not, but it does no harm.

Rising inexorably while we remained unaware of their motion, the mountain peaks to the west were already clawing for the lower edge of the sun;

our sun is long and straight, a line of burning gold fencing our lands from the skylands.

I lifted my sword to Heaven then, to the diminished sun with the worm in his heart; and I called, His life for mine, New Sun, by your anger and my hope!

You asked me for a light for your candle, and I tried to give you the sun, and now you are burned.

There in the sun; and Chanticleer so free Sang merrier than a mermaid in the sea (For Physiologus says certainly That they do sing, both well and merrily).

California: bordering always on the Pacific and sometimes on the ridiculous. So, why do I live here? Because the sun goes down a block from my house.