Quotes About Sunlight

Wouldn't shit on his head to give him Ã¢â'¬Â¦ shade from the sun.

And here is love like a tinsmith's scoop sunk past its glean in the meal-bin. --"Sunlight

Only see you when I close my eyes. We on borrowed time when I delayed the sunlight.

How sublime Upon a time-blanchÂ'd cliff to muse, and, while The eagle glories in a sea of air, To mingle with the scene around! - Survey The sun-warm heaven.

I was in too much haste, and now have no time left. I traded all the sunlight and the cities and the distant lands for a handful of power, for a shadow, for the dark.

I waked that I judged it was after eight o'clock. I laid there in the grass and the cool shade thinking about things, and feeling rested and ruther comfortable and satisfied. I could see the sun out at one or two holes, but mostly it was big trees all about, and gloomy in

We were on the north shore. There, the rocks on the bottom are sometimes gray, sometimes white. This gives the marvelous transparency of the water a fuller advantage than it has elsewhere on the lake. We usually pushed out a hundred yards or so from shore, and then lay down on the thwarts, in the sun, and let the boat drift by the hour whither it would. We seldom talked. It

We both thrive in the late hours, appreciate its sad taste and never get in the way of each other's dreams, even though Lude just wants more money, better parties and prettier girls and I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real.

I had fallen in love with her, flash of gold and sunlight and Rome.

You know my friends, there comes a time when people get tired of being trampled by the iron feet of oppression. There comes a time my friends, when people get tired of being plunged across the abyss of humiliation, where they experience the bleakness of nagging despair. There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life's July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November. There comes a time.

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I realized I'd only seen him at night in dim, flattering restaurant lighting. The sun was not his friend.

Dentro un raggio di sole che entra dalla finestra, talvolta vediamo la vita nell'aria. E la chiamiamo polvere.

the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...

As his mouth flooded with that horrible sweet purple taste, he could actually see those grapes dull, dusty, obese and nasty, crawling up a dirty stucco wall in a thick, syrupy sunlight that was silent except for the stupid buzz of many flies

The sunlight pouring in the east window came through her lids and made a dark red beet soup that moved with the rhythm of her heart...

Love is the only cause of happiness. Its nature is all-pervasive like space. Love is the sunlight of the mind

Ordinarily, when the great oak doors groaned open and someone entered Prat Library there would be a burst of sunlight, a bright harsh intrusion on the dim and quiet. But when Oriana Jeffers came through the doors, the light transmuted into moonbeams and star-shimmer, and all the books on the shelves fluttered awake. Oh joy, they whispered, a READER.

Not a squalid den of demons and indecency at the back of a beautiful great house, the mind is a vast and ancient wood, the density of its canopy allowing sunlight only now and then to reach through and touch the spiders and mushrooms in the leaf mould of the forest floor. This is who we are.

I love the excesses of beauty, there is never enough sunlight in the world I will live in, never enough room for love.

My angels are jellyfish, electric, nearly invisible, armed with poisoned harpoons. My archangels are yellow tang. They feed on sunlight. They speak through color. Anything in their paths turns blind.

CHAPTER 10 Bright flowers nodded around the apprentice as she weaved, slender as a pine martin, through the grass. She sneezed as pollen dusted her soft muzzle. Then, relishing the sun on her back, she lifted her forepaws and peered over the curving stems. Wide-eyed, she gazed at the broad green pasture and breathed the soft scent of the shimmering grass.

Darkness swept over Flametail and the sunlight vanished forever.

wondering what she was up to. Beside the honeysuckle wall of the elders' den, in a dip that caught the morning sun, Graystripe was washing comfrey pulp into Millie's fur. Millie's eyes