Quotes about Sun

The sun,--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.

The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.

As an emotion of the mind will express itself through any covering of the body, so the paleness which his situation engendered came through the brown upon his cheek, showing the soul to be stronger than the sun.

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is -as the light called human life is- at its coming and going.

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is—as the light called human life is—at its coming and its going.

To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning... Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me... To be awake is to be alive.

As, when the sun shines above the earth, the shadow is spread over its lower part, because its spherical shape makes it impossible for it to be clasped all round at one and the same time by the rays, and necessarily, on whatever side the sun's rays may fall on some particular point of the globe, if we follow a straight diameter, we shall find shadow upon the opposite point, and so, continuously, at the opposite end of the direct line of the rays shadow moves round that globe,

The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years.

The christian religion is a parody on the worship of the Sun, in which they put a man whom they call Christ, in the place of the Sun, and pay him the same adoration which was originally paid to the Sun.

The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

The Italians are called Children of the Sun. They might better be called Children of the Shadow. Their souls are dark and nocturnal.

In the cave of black Despair: He only looked upon the sun, And drank the morning air.