Quotes About Sunlight

My life, my life, my very old one My first badly healed desire, My first crippled love, You had to return. It was necessary to know What is best in our lives, When two bodies play at happiness, Unite, reborn without end. Entered into complete dependency, I know the trembling of being, The hesitation to disappear, Sunlight upon the forest's edge And love, where all is easy, Where all is given in the instant; There exists in the midst of time The possibility of an island.

Turn your face to the sun, as flowers know how to do.

I nodded, pretending I was relaxed. I watched the sunlight sparkling on the water and practiced mind-body integration for a few seconds by quietly hyperventilating.

Prejudice comes from being in the dark; sunlight disinfects it.

If like the leaf of the wisteria through which the sun darts his rays transparently you give your heart to me, I will no longer distrust you

Christmas is God lighting a candle; and you don't light a candle in a room that's already full of sunlight. You light a candle in a room that's so murky that the candle, when lit, reveals just how bad things really are.

Hey, Frenchie!" Sage poked his head out the door, the sun hitting the brown of his hair to reveal hidden strands of red. "Did you bring any baguettes?" "Why don't you go season something, Herb?

I'd forgotten it was these people I was coming back to: these views, that synagogue full of small, cramped minds, grown twisted through lack of sunlight.

...I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. So I have spent almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.

Trees are contrivances for lofting bacteria skyward to give them a clear view of a yellow dwarf.

I could see sunlight making exquisite patterns on the water's surface above me. Everything seemed fascinating and very slow. All around me lionfish darted like golden suns and moons in an alchemists's dream. I looked down to where a vast labyrinth of black seaweed awaited me.

The negatives he did manage were made in the hour or two when the sun seemed to rally with a yellowy light reminiscent of an egg yolk; usually, it looked pale as a pearl on the steely blue or leaden sky above the snow-scrubbed lake. That's a purple passage fit for a novel but hardly descriptive of the actuality of that winter, which was almost past enduring.

The further north you go, the more people concentrate on themselves, and in some sort of northern madness (no doubt due to the lack of sun) they ascribe to themselves too much. They make themselves responsible for their actions.

Our bodies are stardust; our lives are sunlight.

Beauty is a form of genius--is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon.

I envy most my cat. Of all my friends she is the wisest. She is sixty miles away from where I sit here writing. Yet I know well how it is with her. That little half-hour of sun has found her stretched out upon a wicker-work seat under the old vine that is southward of my house. Her fur was warm in it and keeps yet the warmth. She is content.

It had been like watching a rose bloom, its soft petals slowly spreading, revealing its beauty bit by bit, then opening at last to claim the sunlight.

Their shadows sported over the hills like cats, chasing the sunlight over sparkling granite and dull slate, the bright dry grass and the small hidden gleams of water.

See that day as I remember it. A day in June, River Severn rolling to the sea, diamonded with sunlight, gulls gliding over the quays on a mild breeze that lifted the Red Dragon standard over Camelot. A quiet enough day for the end of my world.

é a luz do sol a única coisa bela, pois é ela que permite descobrir todas as coisas.

She pulled the cork and sniffed it. "What's in it?" "Sunlight," I said. "And a smile, and a question.

Whole cities shut down, but the garden just keeps going. Plants don't run on electricity or clock time, and none of nature does. Nature runs on sunlight and rain and the seasons, and I am part of that system. My body is part of nature...This system is much stronger than the other. It isn't some disgrace to be a part of it. It is an honor.

Would you like some warm Spring pie? Then, take a cup of clear blue sky. Stir in buzzes from a bee, Add the laughter of a tree. A dash of sunlight should suffice To give the dew a hint of spice. Mix with berries, plump and sweet. Top with fluffy clouds, and eat!