Quotes About Sunlight

there's sunlight and shade, spots and patterns of colour, your mind is elsewhere–so you don't make out what is right in front of you.

Human love…it is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

You don't want their botched text. You want the breath, pulse and footfall of the girl who dashed out into sunlight like today's through where maybe that door was – then slammed it behind her.

En este instante-ya estoy envuelta en un vago deseo difuso de maravilla y en millares de reflejos de sol en el agua que brota de la fuente de un jardín maduro de perfumes, jardín y sombras que invento ya y ahora y que son el medio concreto de hablar en este mi instante de vida. Mi estado es el de jardín con agua que fluye.

Freedom is the open window through which pours the sunlight of the human spirit and human dignity.

Humanity looked in awe upon the beauty and the everlasting duration of creation. The exquisite sky flooded with sunlight. The majesty of the dark night lit by celestial torches as the holy planetary powers trace their paths in the heavens in fixed and steady metre - ordering the growth of things with their secret infusions.

Daytime sleep is not deep black; it's shallow and yellow. Our sleep is restless, the sunlight falls on our pillows. But it does make the day a little shorter.

Nguy?n v?ng c?a anh là gì?" "?i d??i ánh m?t tr?i. "Kirihara, cu?c s?ng c?a anh ch?ng có quy t?c v?y sao?" "Cu?c ??i anh c? nh? là ?i trong ?êm tr?ng v?y.

Och vad är månskenet? Solsken i andra hand. Försvagat, förfalskat.

He is out in the garden, picking a bouquet of foxgloves. He's laughing, sunlight turning his brown hair gold… I bet he doesn't even know those flowers are poison.

Rays of sunlight strike the snow, melting an ice layer that freezes and re-forms every day. As I take a step, I feel the sheet break, a craquelure spreading from my feet.

warm, buttery sunlight flows into the room like yolk from a cracked egg...

The gown is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," I say to her, as I can pay no other way without insult. It has been a long time since I have been given a gift, barbed though it may be. "It does feel as though it might come from a dream." That makes Habetrot's cheeks pink. "Good. Maybe you will come back and tell me how the Prince of Sunlight liked the Queen of Night.

Prostration is our natural position. A worm-like movement from a spot of sunlight to a spot of shade, and back, is the type of movement that is natural to men.

upon row of books, most of them bound in leather, reached to the ceiling several stories over their heads, illuminated by the faint glow of autumn sunlight through the marble. It was truly striking.

She was sunlight and steel, spun into a substance he'd never encountered before. -Ethan Ransom

I was a vegetarian until I started leaning toward the sunlight.

Can I tell you something about Seattle? Everyone there is a filthy liar. They're all, 'Don't move to Seattle—it's so rainy!' And yet every time I've been there, a tiny amount of rain falls before the whole sky explodes into rainbows and sunlight. Seattleites mean to hog up all the stunning vistas and good coffee and flowering bushes for themselves. Bet on it.

It's too empty. Too lonely. No one to see, nothing to do. But he hadn't told her no. As the first weeks and months had passed, Christina had come to cherish the solitude and the silence, the slant of late-afternoon sun that warmed the floorboards where her ginger cat slept.

Sunlight is the life-blood of Nature.  Mother Earth looks at us with such dull, soulless eyes, when the sunlight has died away from out of her.  It makes us sad to be with her then; she does not seem to know us or to care for us.  She is as a widow who has lost the husband she loved, and her children touch her hand, and look up into her eyes, but gain no smile from her.

Sunlight is the life-blood of Nature. Mother Earth looks at us with such dull, soulless eyes, when the sunlight has died away from out of her. It makes us sad to be with her then; she does not seem to know us or to care for us. She is as a widow who has lost the husband she loved, and her children touch her hand, and look up into her eyes, but gain no smile from her.

Ironic, Betty Lou said at last. The cereus insists on sunlight---that's why it must be at the end of the yard. And yet it saves its flowers for the moon. The sun never sees what it fathers. It takes from the day, I said, gives to the night.

She was gone. She was serenity. Her lips faintly smiling. Her golden skin. The glowing thread-ends of her hair. She seemed to have been dipped iin sunlight and set here to dry. I felt a pang of jealousy, that she could be sitting next to me and not know it. That she could be somewhere most wonderful and I could not be there, too.

Clearly, she had erased herself. She was gone. She was serenity. Her lips faintly smiling. Her golden skin. The glowing thread ends of her hair. She seemed to have been dipped in sunlight and set here to dry.