Quotes About Noontide

And here were the lions now, fifteen feet away, so real, so feverishly and startlingly real that you could feel the prickling fur on your hand, and your mouth was stuffed with the dusty upholstery smell of their heated pelts, and the yellow of them was in your eyes like the yellow of an exquisite French tapestry, the yellows of lions and summer grass, and the sound of the matted lion lungs exhaling on the silent noontide, and the smell of meat from the panting, dripping mouths.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

It was a bright, quiet garden, without striking features. Like a rosary rubbed between the hands, the shrilling of cicadas held sway. There was no other sound. The garden was empty. He had come, thought Honda, to a place that had no memories, nothing. The noontide sun of summer flowed over the still garden.

There was no other sound. The garden was empty. He had come, thought Honda, to a place with no memories, nothing. The noontide sun of summer flowered over the still garden.

Who art thou then, O my soul! (and here [Zarathustra] became frightened, for a sunbeam shot down from heaven upon his face. O heaven above me, said he sighing, and sat upright, thou gazest at me? Thou hearkenest unto my strange soul? When wilt thou drink this drop of dew that fell down upon all earthly things—when wilt thou drink this strange soul— —When, thou well of eternity! thou joyous, awful, noontide abyss! when wilt thou drink my soul back into thee?

...Silene, who declines The garish noontide's blazing light; But when the evening crescent shines, Gives all her sweetness to the night....

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.