Sunlight Quotes

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.


Brian Jacques

Crying    Emotion    Emotions    Flowers    Fruit    Growing    Nature    Sadness    Sunlight    Tears    Trees    Water

My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?"
That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?"
"The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.


Richelle Mead


She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    "Winter is dead.

Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.

Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the woods of our experience.

Astronomy    Experience    God    Sunlight    Woods

Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are patches of Godlight in the woods of our experience.

Astronomy    Experience    God    Sunlight    Woods

And I'm hoping there's some larger truth about suffering here, or at least my understanding of it - although I've come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't, and can't, understand.
What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.

Humanity does not suffer from the disease of wrong beliefs but humanity suffers from the contagious nature of the lack of belief. If you have no magic with you it is not because magic does not exist but it is because you do not believe in it. Even if the sun shines brightly upon your skin every day, if you do not believe in the sunlight, the sunlight for you does not exist.

Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.

Humor    Sun    Sunlight

the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...


Stephen King

Beauty    Colors    Colours    Sunlight

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.


Dan Simmons


Now come the whispers
bearing bouquets of moonbeams
and sunlight tremblings.

She wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.

Hope and Despair

Roman Payne

Hope and Despair
Amour    Love    Nymph    Ode    Pastoral    Pastorale    Payne    Roman    Roman payne    Sleeping    Sunlight

Sunlight is the best disinfectant.

The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland.
The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.
The florist will sigh and add a wall divider and proper soil to both sides.
The grandparent will move the flowerbox halfway out of the sun.
The child will turn it around properly so that the fern is in the shade, and not the cactus.
The moral of the story?
Kids are smart.

Adult    Cactus    Child    Children    Clever    Desert    Dry    Fern    Florist    Flower    Flowerbox    Fool    Grandparent    Grandparents    Grownups    Kid    Kids    Moral    Plant    Plants    Shade    Smart    Sun    Sunlight    Thrive    Thriving    Water    Watering    Wet    Wetland

The Sunlight on the Garden
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

Dying    Flying    Freedom    Garden    Sunlight

When I was a little girl, I used to try and bring sunshine to my mother. I felt so bad that she had never really seen or felt it. So I would try and catch it in jars. When that failed, I captured jars and jars of lightening bugs and told her that if we could catch enough of them, then it would look like the sun. She’d laugh, hug me, and then set them free and tell me that nothing should have to live its life in a cage. (Cassandra)

Kiss of the Night

Sherrilyn Kenyon

Kiss of the Night

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

The Woman in White

Wilkie Collins

The Woman in White
Barren    Charm    Cold    Far away    Landscape    Presence    Remembrance    Remembrance of things past    Sound    Sunlight    Sunshine    View    Views    Voice

The connection between art and Christ is like the connection between sunlight and the sun. It is, in fact, the connection between Sonlight and the Son.

Art    Catholicism    Christ    Christianity    God    Jesus    Jesus christ    Jesus shock    Philosophy    Son of god    Sonlight    Spirituality    Sun    Sunlight    Theology

...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...

Rain    Self esteen    Stone    Sunlight    Trolls

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.
I give her my troth, for our love is whole
I sing her beauty in my soul

Arcadian    Beauty    Eden    Eve    Inspiration    Love    Lovers    Loving    Puddle    Roman payne    Sleep    Sleeping    Sunlight    Troth

Vampires, contrary to popular belief, don't incinerate when exposed to sunlight. If that were true, there would be a heck of a lot more stories about spontaneous combustion around the world. They are, however, very sensitive to sunlight and their skin cannot take long term exposure without damaging and burning it, which was painful. From Vampire Princess Rising book two of the Winters Saga

Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again

Beauty    Dream    Future    Happiness    Moonlight    Song    Spring    Sunlight

He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air.
He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what this feeling for his tiny slave was.
Now in the crisp, clear spring sunlight, he knew.

Breath    First love    High king    Impossible love    King    Life    Love    Lust    Slave girl    Spring    Sunlight

...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...

Beautiful    Cigarette    Shaft    Smoke    Sunlight

Miss Fairlie laughed with a ready good-humour, which broke out as brightly as if it had been part of the sunshine above us…

The Woman in White

Wilkie Collins

The Woman in White
Bright    Broke    Good humour    Happiness    Happy    Joy    Joy of life    Laughed    Laughing    Laughter    Light    Ready    Sense of humor    Sunlight    Sunshine    The sun

It was the day he learned that smart, witty girls were brighter than sunlight.

Smart    Sunlight    Witty

My hands are flowing like sunlight. The shapes and colors are astounding. I don't understand these images that are empowering me. My brush touches the canvas like photons to the earth, and a new world develops, free from my control, yet intrinsically dependent upon me. I am sweating with elation. I have no idea what I am doing, or what it is my hands are trying to see. There is so much strength in this clarity I am overpowered by the independence of it.

Art    Artist    Color    Nature    Painting    Sun    Sunlight    Wilderness

Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine seat and support; and whenever the May breeze blew, the pink blossoms tumbled down like snow, coming to rest in their hair and on their skirts. The afternoon sunlight dappled green and silver and gold through the leaves in the apple orchard.

I would like to start by emphasizing the importance of surfaces. It is at a surface where many of our most interesting and useful phenomena occur. We live for example on the surface of a planet. It is at a surface where the catalysis of chemical reactions occur. It is essentially at a surface of a plant that sunlight is converted to a sugar. In electronics, most if not all active circuit elements involve non-equilibrium phenomena occurring at surfaces. Much of biology is concerned with reactions at a surface.

From darkness; take me unto Light.
O God! Help me today, make my maiden flight.
From sorrow; give me the strength to break. And help me to love and to care.
From darkness take me unto Light.
O God! Hear my prayers and let in the sunlight.
(excerpts of my poem from my book 'From the Silence Within')

Care    Darkness    Flight    God    Life    Light    Living life    Living life to the fullest    Love    New life    Poems    Sorrow    Sunlight

Cordy slept late, awakening only when the noises of the house and the insistent sunlight became to obvious to be believably incorporated into her dreams any longer.

I have sometimes thought that the reason the trees are so quiet in the summer is that they are in a sort of ecstasy; it is in winter, when the biologists tell us they sleep, that they are most awake, because the sun is gone and they are addicts without their drug, sleeping restlessly and often waking, walking the dark corridors of forests searching for the sun.

And the sun on the wall of her room, the block of sun with all the tiny flying things in it. When she was little she thought they were the souls of dead insects, still buzzing in the light.

Shafts of delicious sunlight struck down onto the forest floor and overhead you could see a blue sky between the tree tops.

Sunlight dusts them; Water is damp; Crosses pain them; And beheadings cause cramps—

Behead    Cross    Crucifix    Dorothy parker    Slay    Sunlight    Vampire    Water

A blinding sunlight drowned all this at times in a sudden recrudescence of glare.

Heart of Darkness

Joseph Conrad

Heart of Darkness



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