Did you measure to attain your height? Did you use geometry to radiate your limb? Did you lament storm-torn branches? Did you inventory your leaves for the sun? You did none of these things, yet man in his cleverness Cannot match your perfection.
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.
The sun in on the harbor, love, And I wish I could remain, For I know it will be some long, long time, Before I see you again.
Friendship is a plant that loves the sun, thrives ill under clouds.
Poetry, the best of it, is lunar and is concerned with the essential insanities. Journalism is solar (there are numerous newspapers named The Sun, none called The Moon) and is devoted to the inessential.
Anyone can build a building that protects people from heat, sun and cold. What I am determined to do is to make a stage where people can be sexier and more brilliant, a place where they can awake smarter.
The Sun had a good relationship with Frank Bruno. We did lots of interviews. He was a great character, very friendly to the media.
I love old gardens best- tired old garden that rest in the sun.
You do not have to be The fastest starter. Just be a starter! You will, without fail, Reach your destination-sun.
My favorite record shop was called Recommended Records, in South London near where I lived - they did all the original Faust reissues that came out in 1979, and they also did a lot of Sun Ra stuff. They were a great record shop.
This body is a combination. It is only a fiction to say that I have one body, you another, and the sun another.
The sun has set in your life; it is getting cold. The hundreds of people around you cannot console you for the loss of the one.
It is more or less a given that nothing is less favorable to clairvoyance than the bright sun: physical light and mental light coexist on very poor terms.
Around, around the sun we go: The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death: We die of vertigo.
Behind every dark cloud there is an every-shining sun. Just wait. In time, the cloud will pass.
A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.
Genuinely good people are like that. The sun shines out of them. They warm you right through.
The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence. The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.
Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.