Quotes
Quotes about Sun
Tell me who first did kisses suggest? It was a mouth all glowing and blest; It kissed and it thought of nothing beside. The fair month of May was then in its pride, The flowers were all from the earth fast springing, The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.
Maka le wakanâthe land is sacred. These words are at the core of our being. The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. Take away our land and we die. That is, the Indian in us dies. We'd become just suntanned white men, the jetsam snd floatsam of your great melting pot.
Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons.
Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes, and thanks to words, we have sunk to the level of the demons.
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come, darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale: Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold That cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold.
I go to see the sun for the last time. [Fr., Je m'em vais voir le soleil pour la derniere fois.]
A good laugh is sunshine in a house.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
Law and equity are two things which God hath joined, but which man hath put asunder.
The lazy man gets round the sun as quickly as the busy one.
Sunwands turn rain droplets into blackberry drupelets as enkindled okra seeds acknowledge heliocracy.
When Honor's sun declines, and Wealth takes wings, Then Learning shines, the best of precious things.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
The sun of liberty is set; you must light up the candle of industry and economy.
As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two forebodings--that tomorrow's sunlight will be the last that thou shalt see; and that for fifty years wilt live out thy life in ample wealth.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. -Crowfoot.
The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
Suns may set and rise again: for us, when our brief light has set, there's the sleep of one ever lasting night. Give me a thousand kisses.
Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew Shut in a lily's golden core.
But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales, The lily wraps her silver vest, Till vernal suns and vernal gales Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast.
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars. -Unknown.
