Quotes About Sunlight

Napfény a király jegére. Fagyosság a nÅ' tüzére. Azt kívántam, legyen övék az örökkévalóság. A tietek is, szép lány. És az Unseelie király elment.

I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o'clock in the morning.

In the morning I'm like a snake in the spring: I need to lie out on a warm rock and let the sun sink into me before I can start wiggling around and get on with the day.

Letting his gaze travel possessively over her, he drank in the loveliness of her face as she sat in a ray of sunlight. 'To be sure, she had a temper to match those red streaks in her golden hair,' he thought fondly. Her pale blond eyebrows were knitted in thought as she worked. She had luxurious lashes and cobalt eyes with the power to devastate him. She had a smattering of light freckles on her cheeks and fine, aristocratic features.

Wine is sunlight, held together by water.

Quiet Prayer: As long as the sun shall rise goes the old lovers vow. But we are children of a scientific age & have no time for poetry. Still, I offer a quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight each time I see your face.

even after all these winters, I see you sitting there, perched at the edge of sunlight, feeling like the invitation of spring

She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It's easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

In the deep forests of Mount Rainier, the sun doesn't rise, it leaks in thin bands through the trees.

A piactéren álló ház els? emeleti lakásán nap mint nap végigvonult az egész hatalmas nyár: rezg? léglombikok csöndje, forró álmukat alvó fényes négyszögek a padlón; a nappal tárházának legmélyéb?l kiszabadult verklidallam; egy zongorarefrén újra meg újra felhangzó két-három taktusa napfénybe ájultan a fehér kövezeten, a nappal mélyének tüzébe veszve.

Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.

And the women of New Bedford, they bloom like their own red roses. But roses only bloom in summer; whereas the fine carnations of their cheeks is perennial as sunlight in the seventh heavens.

Aye aye, sir." Willie saluted and emerged into the sunlight, through the one loophole that military wisdom can never quite button up—the sympathy of the downtrodden for each other.

Dans la cour de l'hôpital éclairée par ce soleil de juin qui devenait la pire injure au malheur, je compris, pour la première fois car quand Stéphane l'avait dit je n'avais pas voulu le croire, que Muzil allait mourir, incessament sous peu, et cette certitude me défigura dans le regard des passants qui me croisaient, ma face en bouille s'écoulait dans mes pleurs et volait en morceaux dans mes cris, j'étais fou de douleur, j'étais le Cri de Munch.

Daylight delights you.

I am the lioness. I speak with her voice. I look out through her eyes. I am she. I doze in the hot bars of sunlight that come down through the temple roof. I breathe in the scent of flowers. Priests come to me and ask questions so I will talk. It doesn't matter what I say, because all the words of the goddess have meaning. They sing to me to improve my humour.

He knew he was drawn to the Dragon Lord, but it was not a sexual feeling, nor even one of admiration or affection. It was beyond words. In his mind, it resembled a billowing cloud with dark edges. What was hidden within it? Valraven stood tall and still, his black hair gleaming in the clear sunlight. He looked like a proud stallion, eyes wild. Tayven had no doubt he could sense scrutiny.

He felt that once the dark of the forest closed over them, they would never see clear sunlight again. Yet it was the kind of fear that excited him, made him want to dare its shadows.

Ari's words felt like drops of sunlight upon my skin, and my frame was burning with longing.

Love seeks out that desperate, lonely, frightened place inside each of us and coaxes it out into the daylight, so that it can eviscerate it in the burning heat of the sun.

Lancelot and Guinevere – they looked like two flowers, bright enough to turn to each other for sunlight.

unlove's the heavenless hell and homeless home . . . lovers alone wear sunlight.