Quotes About Sunlight

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my lifefor our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul.

You have the face of a man who gently caresses field flowers and dandelions. And a smile that is like a dagger, cutting the sun in halves.

I used to cover my windows in heavy curtains, never drawn. Now I danced in the sunlight on my hardwood floors.

First loves often remain in the heart, like plants that cannot grow in sunlight.

Omer took a deep breath and stood up. 'It's a bad history without a doubt, he said. Nothing to be proud of.' He closed his eyes, turning his face to the side, right into the sun. 'So what are we going to do about it?' Then he opened his eyes, made a little bow, and put his hand out toward the avenue, as if to offer her the street.

The force of your gaze has a weight. Even sunlight resting on the ground weighs something. Your attention presses against its object, your eye projects it like a headlight. There's a flip side to it. Learn to go down inside yourself, dim the force of your presence. People's eyes will skate right over you. They'll see you; they just won't notice you. This works even if they're looking for you.

You should get more sun and fresh air. The other day I read in the paper that vitamin D increases our faith in fellow humans.

Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee? ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

Sun rays found their way through the leaves, and the creek bubbled along like it had nowhere to go and all day to get there.

Balancing herself against the last chimney, Nancy surveyed the countryside around her. What a beautiful and picturesque panorama it was, she thought! Not far away was a lazy little river, whose waters sparkled in the sunlight. The surrounding fields were green and sprinkled with patches of white daisies

It was a large store and i did not like to go in it because its brightness was cold, like sunlight on distant ice.

It was still early, and though the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet. There was not a human soul near. Sad October and her sadder self seemed the only two existences haunting that lane.

He gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their hunger lost somewhere in the stretch of morning between them and himself. A hundred miles of it, so suddenly. Solitude, even among the meshes of this war, can when it wishes so take him by the blind gut and touch, as now, possessively. Pirate's again some other side of a window, watching strangers eat breakfast.

Rays, boys, rays," chuckled Scientific Officer Counterfly, busy with his photographic calibrations, "the wonders of our age, and rest assured none of 'em strangers to the spectrum of this fabled Italian sunlight. Just wait till we're back in the developing room, and you shall see a thing or two then, by Garibaldi, that you shall.

God's indifferent sunlight in all its bleaching and terror.

She looked around, spooked at the sunlight pouring in all the windows, as if she had been trapped at the centre of some intricate crystal, and said, 'My God.' 'And I feel him, certain days, days of a certain temperature,' sad Mr Thoth, 'and barometric pressure. Did you know that? I feel him close to me.' 'Your grandfather?' 'No, my God.

She looked around, spooked at the sunlight pouring in all the windows, as if she had been trapped at the centre of some intricate crystal, and said, 'My God.' 'And I feel him, certain days, days of a certain temperature,' said Mr Thoth, 'and barometric pressure. Did you know that? I feel him close to me.' 'Your grandfather?' 'No, my God.

Y ¡Aquel aire! ¿Era el aire siempre así? Unas brisas tenues jugaban a perseguirse: entraban por lo alto de las ventanas y salían por las puertas. Había dos manchas de sol chiquitinas, una sobre el tintero y otra en el marco de plata de una fotografía. Unas manchitas preciosas, sobre todo la de la tapa del tintero. Era muy cálida, una cálida estrellita de plata. Sintió el impulso de besarla.

What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss - as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle into every finger and toe?...

Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.

three-thirty P.M.

But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.

Help me?" Hope opened as sweetly as a rose in sunlight, bright and beautiful."Really?" He nodded. "Oh, Kane. Thank you!" He planned to kill her, the darling man.

As thikke as motes in the sonne-beem.