The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

Keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year, and even when it’s dark out, the sun is shining somewhere.

To appreciate the sun you gotta know what rain is.

We complain and complain, but we have lived and seen the blossom -apple, pear, cherry, plum, almond blossom – in the sun; and the best among us cannot pretend they deserve – or could contrive – anything better.

Christ is the sun, and all the watches of our lives should be set by the dial of his motion.

Wishing on a sky/ Wishing on a scar/ If there’s the sun/ I’d want to dream.

From the time I read my first Hemingway work, The Sun Also Rises, as a student at Soldan High School in St. Louis, I was struck with an affliction common to my generation: Hemingway Awe.

This is what I felt: the warm weight of his hands on me; the genuineness in his smile; the gentle heat of something opening, the way some flowers spread out in the morning at the sight of the sun. I knew what was happening. It was the unscarred piece of my heart. It was just big enough to let in a bit of affection. There was still a tiny bit of room left.

Sun, don’t rise!

May the sun smile sweetly. May the rain fall softly. May a breeze ruffle your hair. May your host receive you with charm. May your rest be calm. May you be glad wherever you are.

Dogs asleep in the sun often whined and barked, but they were unable to tell what they saw that made them whine and bark. He had often wondered what it was. And that was all he was, a dog asleep in the sun.

I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn’t glow. The sun didn’t rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes. West and South, Wind and rain. Every way is Just the same. Pray give me a box To hide inside. Pray give me a spade To dig my own grave.

It’s impossible being me, I radiate a glow that makes others turn and grimace in horror as if staring into the sun

Thus for each blunt-faced ignorant one The great grey rigid uniform combined Safety with virtue of the sun. Thus concepts linked like chainmail in the mind

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you

Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to god, and keep your face to the rising sun.

I know what I have to do now, I’ve got to keep breathing because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?

Kek finds sun when the sky is dark.

The Sun never shined on a cause of greater worth

The Christian religion is a parody on the worship of the sun, in which they put a man called Christ in the place of the sun, and pay him the adoration originally payed to the sun

I shall never sleep calmly again when I think of the horrors that lurk ceaselessly behind life in time and in space, and of those unhallowed blasphemies from elder stars which dream beneath the sea, known and favoured by a nightmare cult ready and eager to loose them upon the world whenever another earthquake shall heave their monstrous stone city again to the sun and air.

What does one plant who plants a tree? One plants the friend of sun and sky; One plants the flag of breezes free; The shaft of beauty towering high.

There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.

Someday, man will harness the rise and fall of the tides, imprison the power of the sun, and release atomic power

I’d put my money on the sun and solar energy. What a source of power! I hope we don’t have to wait until oil and coal run out before we tackle that. I wish I had more years left

Awareness is like the sun. When it shines on things, they are transformed

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.

Look at the air, listen to the buzzing of the sun, the same as yesterday and the day before. Today is Monday too.

Keep me up ’til the sun is high ‘Til the birds start calling my name I’m addicted and I don’t know why Guess I’ve always been this way

It is said that the heart is in the microcosm just as the orb of the sun in the macrocosm. The mind in Sahasrara is like the disc of the moon.

If the light of the sun is invisible to the owl it is only the fault of that bird and not of the sun.

Right now I am a passenger on space vehicle Earth zooming about the Sun at 60,000 miles per hour somewhere in the solar system.

Everyday God gives us the sun, and also the moment in wich have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Our magic moment helps us to change and send us off in search of our dreams.

When each day is the same as the next, it’s because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.

Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

Love can move the Sun and the stars.

It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God’s own love first set in motion those fair things.

But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars.

The sun machine is coming down, and we’re gonna have a party.

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun.

All the spheres revolve about the sun as their mid-point, and therefore the sun is the center of the universe.

Trifles make the sum of life.

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.

Our ancestors worshipped the Sun, and they were not that foolish. It makes sense to revere the Sun and the stars, for we are their children.

A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell

I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me

Rise up this morning, smile with the rising sun

Look at the sun sinkin’ like a ship. Ain’t that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

The sun’s not yellow, its chicken!

God is like the sun at high noon, always giving all he has

The world is yours, as well as ours, but in the last analysis, it is yours. Young people, full of vigour and vitality, are in the bloom of life, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning. Our hope is placed on you…The world belongs to you. China’s future belongs to you.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Bullialdus wrote that all force respecting the Sun as its center & depending on matter must be reciprocally in a duplicate ratio of the distance from the center.

The smaller the planets are, they are, other things being equal, of so much the greater density; for so the powers of gravity on their several surfaces come nearer to equality. They are likewise, other things being equal, of the greater density, as they are nearer to the sun.

I wanna do everything under the sun. I wanna do everything just one on one.

True love leaves no traces, if you and I are one, it’s lost in our embraces, like stars against the sun.

Sun and ocean blue, their magnificence, it don’t make sense to you.

Think I’ll miss you forever. Like the stars miss the sun in the mornin’ sky.

Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters

The Sun is bad enough even while he is single, drying up our marshes with his heat as he does. But what will become of us if he marries and and begets other suns?

The North Wind and the Sun

Anywhere you go, desire is desire. The sun cannot bleach it, nor the tide wash it away.

The sun’s rays do not burn until brought to a focus

Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate

To any white body receiving the light from the sun, or the air, the shadows will be of a bluish cast.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.