Quotes About Solstice

Now, near the Winter Solstice, it is good to light candles. All the nice meanings of bringing light to the world can be beautiful. But perhaps we are concentrating on lighting the world because we don't know how to light up our own lives.

at the poles themselves, there are not 365 days per year but one long night and one long stretch of light, and the sun rises once in the spring and sets once in the fall.

Why is the sun invisible so long in winter near the farthest points north or south?

Artemis must be present at the solstice, Zoe said. She has been the most vocal on the council, arguing for taking action against Kronos's minions. If she is not there, the gods will decide nothing. We will lose another year of war preparations. Are you sugesting the gods have trouble acting together, young lady? Dionysis asked. Yes, Lord Dionysis. Mr.D nodded. Just checking. Your right, of course. Carry on.

Well … Zeus approves, Aeolus muttered. ?He says … he says it would be better if you could avoid saving her until after the weekend, because he has a big party planned—Ow! That's Aphrodite yelling at him, reminding him that the solstice starts at dawn. She says I should help you. And Hephaestus… yes. Hmm. Very rare they agree on anything. Hold on

In ancient times the solstice was the most important day of the year, the day when the sun reversed its pattern of descent in the southern sky and offered the first promise of spring, of rebirth, of life renewing after a time of death and darkness.

No one wears buckles anymore, and I decided to get him some real boots next winter solstice. Some sexy guy boots. Yeah.

Setting my spiced cider down, I put my elbows on my knees and sighed. I loved the solstice, and not just for the food and parties. Cincinnati dropped all of its lights from midnight until sunrise, and it was the only time I ever saw the night sky as it was supposed to be. Anyone thieving during the blackout was dealt with hard, curtailing any problems.

There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt - Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait -

These were songs from Merrie England's springtime, and later, on Summer Solstice (1971), they would much better capture the mood of sun-kissed medieval Arcadia.

I liked the myth elements of Christmas. The way in which its origins reach back far beyond Jesus, to the rituals of people unknown to us. The celebration of the winter solstice. The coming of light in the darkest time.

Anyone who has lived through an English winter can see the point of building Stonehenge to make the Sun come back.

Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.

May Day is the ancient festival of Beltane, the midway point between the vernal (spring) equinox and the summer solstice.

Today is one of the four cardinal points of the year, Summer Solstice, the day of greatest light.

The great festivals of Light— Solstice, Hannukah and Christmas— Beckon us to gather round and witness the birth of love within one another.

The days are growing ever longer in June, and the Medicine Wheel of the seasons will open fully to the South on the summer solstice, June 21.

Lammas, or Teltane, is a cross-quarter day midway between summer solstice and fall equinox.

The Winter solstice (you haven't lived if you haven't seen us running around in our skivvies, banging on pots and pans, shouting "Come back, sun! Goddammit, come back! Come back!

I always watch for the longest day in the year and then I miss it.

To Ovid (F, 1, 149 ff.), surprised that time does not recommence in spring, Janus replies that 'the winter solstice is the first day of the new sun and the last of the old' (ibid., 163).

Midsummer's Eve, the summer solstice, when the day is so long it seems for once there is all the time in the world.

At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.

Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.