Quotes About Sunlight

What's the light of Heaven look like on earth? Like sunlight streaming through clouds in the tackiest garage sale painting you ever saw. Really, it's so beautiful it's embarrassing. No subtlety whatsoever.

Blood and roses, the sunlight came in through the panes, touching her face with a color it did not have.

Esas cosas no suceden de golpe, Pola fue viniendo como el sol en la ventana, yo siempre tengo que pensar en cosas así para saber que estoy diciendo la verdad. Entraba de a poco, quitándome la sombra, y Horacio se iba quemando como en la cubierta del barco, se tostaba, era tan feliz.

Ella debió creer que era la luz del sol la que me llenaba los ojos de lágrimas.

The world was ice and the ice burned with sunlight.

Let's examine what prize that is one more time; no more direct sunlight ever again, no more laughter. You get eternity, but you don't have the sense of humor to enjoy it! Also, vampires don't eat food. You never get to eat chocolate again. Ever. I'd rather die.

With her hair and freckles she was dark gold like the bracken on the slope behind her; she fitted. He stared past her into the water of the lake, and saw it was very clear, and deep; sunlight coming through the trees sent spears into it, gold again, another world, shining above and losing itself below in darkness.

The leaf that spreads in the sunlight is the only holiness there is.

The leaf that spreads in the sunlight is the only holiness there is. I haven't found holiness in the faiths of mortals, nor in their music, nor in their dreams: it's out in the open field, with the green rows looking at the sky. I don't know what it is, this holiness: but it's there, and it looks at the sky.

You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.

I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I'd be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came crashing down and that was it for the rest of the day. Sunlight was reproof. Shouldn't I feel better than I had in the dead of night.

The Polar Intuit of northwest Greenland, the northernmost people, call February 'seqinniaq', "the month when the sun appears.

You know what Mars is? It's like a thing I got for Christmas seventy years ago--don't know if you ever had one--they called them kaleidoscopes, bits of crystal and cloth and beads and pretty junk. You held it up to the sunlight and looked in through at it, and it took your breath away. All the patterns! Well, that's Mars. Enjoy it. Don't ask it to be nothing else but what it is.

Hush now, my dear one . . . be not afraid. Night comes upon us, but sunlight will break. Sleep now, my dear one . . . let your tears fade. Darkness surrounds us, but someday we'll wake. . . .

small glass chicken on the windowsill

Quelle flamme pourrait égaler le rayon de soleil d'un jour d'hiver ?

One more ray of sun and I will be rotten.

I'm born and raised in the Northeast. My parents are Irish immigrants. So our tendency is to shy away from the big yellow ball that comes up in the sky every once in a while.

I love those long country lanes where you have overhanging trees and really dappled light.

As sunlight is for flowers, so is love for life.

You are the eyes of the universe and the sunlight of the dawn. Universe exists because of you.

Let borders become sunlight so we traverse this Earth as one nation and drive the darkness out.

In the morning, celebrate the beauty and warmth of sun light, in the evening, celebrate the song of silence and love of night.

Little kids shoot marbles where the branches break the sun into graceful shafts of light… I just want to be pure.