If you're feeling low, don't despair. The sun has a sinking spell every night, but it comes back up every morning.
It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
A cosmic philosophy is not constructed to fit a man; a cosmic philosophy is constructed to fit a cosmos. A man can no more possess a private religion than he can possess a private sun and moon.
Friendships are the purer and the more ardent, the nearer they come to the presence of God, the Sun not only of righteousness but of love.
I believe that God is in me as the sun is in the colour and fragrance of a flower - the Light in my darkness, the Voice in my silence.
I can trust in Jesus. And this Gospel that we preach does work. So those who are hurting and suffering today, hang in there. The sun will shine again.
When the sun sets like fire, I will think of you, when the moon casts its light, I'll remember, too, if a soft rain falls gently, I'll stand in this place, recalling the last time, I saw your kind face. Good fortune go with you, to your journey's end, let the waters run calmly, for you, my dear friend.
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
The sun comes up just about as often as it goes down, in the long run, but this doesn't make its motion random.
you are my sun, and if the sun went out, the shadow would die.
[Speaking of Chinese president Sun Yat-sen]. . . combined Benjamin Franklin and George Washington of China.
If women dressed for men, the stores wouldn't sell much - just an occasional sun visor.
To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion.
Someone like you makes the sun shine brighter. Someone like you makes a sigh half a smile. Someone like you makes my troubles much lighter. Someone like you make life seem worthwhile.
In a drop of rain can be seen the colors of the sun.
I remember growing up, getting the Colorado Springs Sun in the morning and the Denver Post in the afternoon, and my dad just inhaling both of them, and me waiting to get the sports page from him. I fell in love with the craft. I remember being 9 years old and playing baseball in the backyard and coming in and writing little newspaper articles for my dad.
There has to be a moment when you choose happiness, when you stand up, raise your face towards the sun, and just grab joy and put it in a place where no one can ever take it away from you.
Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes.
Barrons’ lips twitched. I’d almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.
There are three things that cannot long be hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth.
