sun Quotes

“‘I read somewhere that 75 billion humans beings have lived and died since the beginning of history, and I believe their souls are out there somewhere.’ He looked straight up into the sky. ‘It makes me think of that John Lennon song. You know, ‘We all shine on in the moon and the stars and the sun.””

“It’s also called ‘sunny rain,’ ‘personal rain,’ or ‘heaven’s tears’ as rain without clouds looks like tears.”

“I’ve got something besides the weather to think of. I don’t know whether the sun shines or not.”

“She said, ‘If you go slowly, you risk getting sunstroke. But if you go too fast, you work up a sweat and then catch a chill inside the church.’ She was right. There was no way out.”

“Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.”

“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”

“The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were gathering in my eyebrows. It was just the same sort of heat as at my mother’s funeral, and I had the same disagreeable sensations—especially in my forehead, where all the veins seemed to be bursting through the skin.”

“Wonderboy flashed in the sun. It caught the sphere where it was the biggest. A noise like a twenty-one gun salute cracked the sky.”

“The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.”

“If clouds are blocking the sun, there will always be a silver lining that reminds me to keep on trying.”

“She told me once that the year she went to England she painted her buttons yellow so she would remember what the sun felt like.”

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

“Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When the sky lightened, when the birds awoke, I knew I would never again see anything so splendid as the round red sun coming up over the earth.”

“Flowers will die, the sun will set, but you are a friend, I won’t forget. Your name is so precious, it will never grow old. Its engraved in my heart, in letters of gold.”

“The moment I stopped spending so much time chasing the big pleasure of life. I began to enjoy the little ones, like watching the stars dancing in the moonlit sky or soaking in the sunbeams of a glorious summer morning.”

“Even though summers were made mostly of sun and heat, summers for me were about storms that came and went. And left me feeling alone.”

“Once she told me I looked like the sun to her, because of my hair. I asked her if I shined like the sun, and she told me, ‘No, Daddy, you shine more like the moon, when it’s dark outside.”

“I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.”

“That is the way leaves fall around a tree in autumn, a tree unaware of the rain running down its sides, of the sun or the frost, and of life gradually retreating inward. The tree does not die. It waits.”

“There is no sun without the shadow, and it is essential to know the night. The absurd man says yes and his efforts will henceforth be unceasing.”

“Persian envoy “our arrows will black out the sun...” Dienekes of the Spartans..“Good, then we’ll fight in the shade.”

“...the worst moment of any campaign is waiting for the sun to rise on the morning of the battle.”

“The sun sets in the west (just about everyone knows that), but Sunset Towers faced east. Strange!”

“The sun is up. The sun is yellow. The yellow sun is over the house. It is hot out here in the sun.”

“Sun did not suit Artemis. He did not look well in it. Long hours indoors in front of a computer screen had bleached the glow from his skin. He was white as a vampire and almost as testy in the light of day”

“Then suddenly it was quiet. Slowly the dirt settled down. The smoke and steam cleared away, and there was the cellar, all finished. The sun was just going down behind the hill. ”

“Never had Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne had so many people to watch them; never had they dug so fast and so well; and never had the sun seemed to go down so fast.”

“Toad blinked in the bright sun. ‘Help!‘, said Toad. ‘I cannot see anything.’ ‘Don’t be silly,’ said Frog. ‘What you see is the clear warm light of April.’ ”

“In a house the colour of the sun and the shape of a lightning bolt, a baby woke up in his cot. Not just any baby. He was a superbaby- son of superheroes, Captain Lightning and Madam Thunderbolt.”

“Toad walked along the path. A large, soft drop of chocolate ice cream slipped down his arm. ‘This ice cream is melting in the sun,’ said Toad. Toad walked faster. Many drops of melting ice cream flew through the air. They fell down on Toad’s head. ‘I must hurry back to Frog!’ he cried. “

“For the next day she was to know the great, wide world, the sun, the sky and the flowers.”

″‘Never again will it be as beautiful as it is to-day,’ she thought. ‘I can’t turn back. I can’t think of anything except the sun.‘”

“The sun must be all of gold.”

“On the Wall Top So high- so high on the wall we run, The nearer the sky- why, the nearer the sun, If you give me one penny, I’ll give you two, For that’s the way good neighbours do.”

“He was cheeky and cheerful, friendly and fun, he’d chase after leaves and he’d roll in the sun.”

“I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living.”

“The frog had found a sunny place in the middle of the pond. He was sitting on a lily pad. ‘I wonder if I could do that,’ said Kipper. But he couldn’t!”

“It was raining in the garden. Mog thought, ‘Perhaps the sun is shining in the street’. When the milkman came she ran out. The milkman shut the door. The sun was not shining in the street after all. It was raining. “

“He whizzed on and on. He whizzed far into space. He whizzed past the moon. He whizzed past stars and planets. Until at last...with the most tremendous BANG! the Enormous Crocodile crashed headfirst into the hot hot son. And he was sizzled up like a sausage!”

“Even so, an AF would feel himself growing lethargic after a few hours away from the Sun, and start to worry there was something wrong with him- that he had some fault unique to him and that if it became known, he’d never find a home.”

“It’s fun in the sun.”

“My dear Monsieur Poirot—how can I put it? It’s like the moon when the sun comes out. You don’t know it’s there anymore. When once I’d met Linnet—Jackie didn’t exist.”

“Plum Pie in the sun, I spy... EVERYONE!”

“The sun was high in the sky when the party came to the grove of towering trees. Their uppermost branches seemed to bow down to Nyasha as she passed beneath them. At last, someone announced that they were near their destination.”

″ ‘Close your eyes,’ said Frederick, as he climbed on a big stone. ‘Now I send you the rays of the sun. Do you feel how their golden glow…’ And as Frederick spoke of the sun the four little mice began to feel warmer.”

″ ‘Frederick, why don’t you work?’ they asked. ‘I do work,’ said Frederick. ‘I gather sun rays for the cold dark winter days.’ ”

“For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.”

“So, it was the iguana who frightened the python, whot scared the rabbit, who startled the crow, who alarmed the monkey, who killed the owlet - and now Mother Owl won’t wake the sun so that the day can come.”

“Now it was Mother Owl who woke the sun each day so that the dawn could come. But this time, when she should have hooted for the sun, she did not do it. The night grew longer and longer. The animals of the forest knew it was lasting much too long. They feared that the sun would never come back.”

“Good Morning! Good Morning! The sun is up! Wash! Brush! Comb! Dress! Get up! There is a lot of work to be done!”

“Everybody’s doing ups!”

“The sun was shining, the birds were flying, the grass smelled sweet.”

“Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under the sun. When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a tower, which lay in the forest, and had neither stairs nor door, but quite at the top was a little window.”

“Ah, Sunflower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller’s journey is done.”

“For old Mrs. Earth was fast asleep; and, like many pretty people, she looked still prettier asleep than awake. The great elm trees in their gold-green meadows were fast asleep above, and the cows fast asleep beneath them; nay, the few clouds which were about were fast asleep likewise, and so tired that they had lain down on the earth to rest, in long white flakes and bars, among the stems of the elm trees, and along the tops of the alders by the stream, waiting for the sun to bid them rise and go about their days business in the clear blue overhead.”

“He was just falling asleep when all the birds started to sing and the sun peeped in at the window. ‘TWEET, TWEET!’ went the birds. SHINE SHINE went the sun.”

“The blackness grew grey and paler grey, and miles and miles of monotonous gum samplings lay between the train and the sky. Up burst the sun, and the world grew soft and rosy like a baby waked from sleep. Then the grey gathered again, the pink, quivering lights faded out, and the rain came down - torrents of it, beating against the shaking window-glass, whirled wildly ahead by a rough morning wind, flying down from the mountains.”

“So just as the sun began to smile and chase away the sky’s heavy tears, they all went to bed again to make up for the broken night, and it was:six o’clock and tea time before any of them opened their eyes again.”

“You better act like the sun shines out of his a** and you have a vitamin D deficiency.”

“As the Little House settled down on her new foundation, she smiled happily. Once again she could watch the sun and moon and stars. Once again she could watch Spring and Summer and Fall and Winter come and go.”

“And for a few minutes, while the song lasted, Times Square was as still as a meadow at evening, with the sun streaming in on the people there and the wind moving among them as if they were only tall blades of grass.”

“Slowly the sun put its burning red edge into the sky. Lark gave a shriek. He sprang up into the air. ‘It’s the sun!’ he cried. ‘It’s real day!‘”

“Everything was delicious- outside and inside him. Nothing to dread anymore- no doors closed in his mind against thoughts and fears that made him sicken and tremble- it was all good, the sun, the water, Flicka, his father- ”

“Each morning as the sun rose from the east, Ping and his mother and his father and sisters and brothers and aunts and uncles and his forty-two cousins all marched, one by one, down a little bridge to the shore of the Yangtze river.”

“Soon the lines of sunshine which came through the cracks of the basket turned rose color, and Ping knew the sun was setting in the west.”

“Yes, everything was back to normal. Maybe it had gotten a little chilly. The sun, about to set, filled with white tulips on the table with light. The wall clock ticked softly, and in the window the potted plans held their fragile leaves up to the sunlight.”

“All night long Ping slept near the grasses on the bank of the river with his head tucked under his wing, and when the sun rose up from the east Ping found he was all alone on the Yangtze river.”

“Let’s get out of the sun. This is a little too real. But I don’t see anything wrong.”

“The icy casings of leaves and grasses and blades and sprigs were glowing and hid in a mist of sun-fire.”

“What a joyful thing it is to awaken, on a fresh glorious morning, and find the rising sun staring into your face with dazzling brilliancy! -to see the birds twittering in the bushes, and to hear the murmuring of a rill, or the soft hissing ripples as they fall upon the sea-shore!”

“Aristotle thought the earth was stationary and that the sun, the moon, the planets, and the stars moved in circular orbits about the earth. He believed this because he felt, for mystical reasons, that the earth was the center of the universe, and that circular motion was the most perfect.”

“Though the sun shone brutal and the work was hard, each moment passed with a smile, with song.”

“One thing about flying that he never got used to was that no matter how awful the weather was on the ground, if you flew high enough you could always find the sun.”

“She believed she would erect towers on the ridge marking the south and north points of the sun’s annual swing... Keeping track of such a thing would place a person, would be a way of saying, You are here, in this one station, now. It would be an answer to the question, Where am I?”