Fire is the Sun unwinding from the tree's log.
The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.
But under the beaming, constant and almost vertical sun of Virginia, shade is our Elysium. In the absence of this no beauty of the eye can be enjoyed.
Previously, even in Egypt, men had not learned to see straight. They fumbled in the dark, and didn't quite know where they were, or what they were. Like men in a dark room, they only felt their existence surging in the darkness of other creatures. We, however, have learned to see ourselves for what we are, as the sun sees us. The Kodak bears witness.
The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
. . . God is too busy making the sun come up and go down and watching so the moon floats just right in the sky to be concerned with color. . . only man wants always God should be there to condemn this one and save that one. Always it is man who wants to make heaven and hell. God is too busy training the bees to make honey and every morning opening up all the new flowers for business.
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.
When you come fact to face with love, and before the sun sets, you become someone you didn't used to be. It makes the old things new. Makes dead things live. Love makes you into something better.
My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.
When all the suns and nebulae have passed away, each one of you will still be alive.
He and I…we share a bond. Not love, exactly. It goes beyond that. He is mine as surely as sun follows moon across the sky. Mine before ever I knew he existed. Mine until death and beyond.
Today the theory of evolution is about as much open to doubt as the theory that the earth goes round the sun.
Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
The sun shines on everybody. Youve got to keep believing.
I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill
And when the storms came through They found me and you Back together And when the sun would shine It was yours and mine. Yours and mine forever.
All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
The sun is the only safe nuclear reactor, situated as it is some ninety-three million miles away.
Warmth is to sun, as truth is to me.
There was an Irish space program to go to the sun. They went at night so they didn't get burnt.