People give flowers as presents because flowers contain the true meaning of love. Anyone tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower on a field, you will keep it forever, because the flower is part of the evening and the sunset and the smell of damp earth and the clouds on the horizon.
Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns it calls me on and on across the universe.
Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.
Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain't going away.
Don't be decieved by your mortality, you're just a piece of debris, and the sophisticated one lies inside us which was either created or would be destroyed.
The setting sun threatened to consume me - it could have, you know. It would have been a beautiful death with an honorable eulogy: slain by a magnificent slice of piercing orange energy. I simply turned and walked away; I would live another day.
The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.
With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the sun and moon cannot withhold the news of the second coming. I hear it. And I fear it.
They can be like the sun, words.
They can do for the heart what light can for a field.
The Sun will rise and set regardless. What we choose to do with the light while it's here is up to us. Journey wisely.
Now if only we stopped for a moment to think, it is quite obvious that there is no merit or design or logic in the way luck and talent are distributed in this world. For every man kissed by the sun there are millions in the shade, and there is no valid reason to rule out-or maintain-the possibility that the one is better than the other.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.
He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.
You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.
It is hard to be angry when one has seen the sun rise,' she said.
It seems to be true,' he admitted. 'I wonder why.'
Because it makes one feel so small and insignificant. It has been rising forever and will rise forever no matter what we do or do not do. All our problems are as nothing to the sun.
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.
The sun always shines above the clouds.
Admire the efforts of a failure like you admire the beauty of a sunset.
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...
Don't bring me the stars from the sky,
I'm planting sunshine in my backyard.
The fish is my friend too...I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky; he thought
In the sun we trust
When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.
If there is nothing new under the sun, at least the sun itself is always new, always re-creating itself out of its own inexhaustible fire.
If you are a hope for someone, that’s very nice, but if you are a hope for everyone just like the Sun, that’s excellent!
When the time has come, every leaf turns to face the sun!
Our problems started in Dallas, when the fire-breathing sheep destroyed the King Tut exhibit.
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n,
and strikes
The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light
And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire -
clearly I'm not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.
-from The Buddha's Last Instruction
The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.
I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.
If I had to choose a religion, the sun as the universal giver of life would be my god.
I have something to fight for and live for; that makes me a better killer. I've got what amounts to a religion now. It's learning how to breathe all over again. And how to lie in the sun getting a tan, letting the sun work into you. And how to hear music and how to read a book. What does your civilization offer?
Love is light for the soul.
Even in the midst of the storm the sun is still shining.
A lamp cannot play the role of the Sun and the Sun cannot play the role of a lamp.
You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights.
Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.
The one who gives shade to others, is the one who is standing directly into Sunlight.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
Most people thought he was insane when he looked up into the sky with a simple handmade telescope and cried out that the Earth revolves around the Sun, because this was four years ago.
The mass starts into a million suns;
Earths round each sun with quick explosions burst,
And second planets issue from the first.
[The first concept of a 'big bang' theory of the universe.]
I'm trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun." -"I should leave it for a while, it's too bright to see the numbers at the moment.
The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.
I think that we were both the same star in the beginning of the universe and as the star exploded we drew apart. Our atoms merging into two different bodies, but over time our atoms found a way and found each other again.
I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either.
Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.
If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.
I’m in no hurry. What for?
The sun and moon aren’t in a hurry: they’re right.
Hurrying is believing people can get past their legs,
Or that, jumping, they can land past their shadow.
No; I don’t know how to hurry.
One of the the things she most liked about the city -apart from all its obvious attractions, the theatre, the galleries, the exhilarating walks by the river- was that so few people ever asked you personal questions.
Fortune's fool! How we humans lie upon beauty like lizards upon a sun-baked rock.
From the top of the bus she could see the vast bowl of London spreading out to the horizon: splendid shops with mannequins in the window, interesting people and already a much bigger world.
Never did an eye see the sun unless it had first become sun-like, and never can the soul have vision of the First Beauty unless itself be beautiful.
The sun dances in her and she has an immense joy of life
she has craters
but only a fool can deny her beauty.
She silently stare sun whole night
& reflects his light
his love with stars at times.
since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light
I believe in Christ like I believe in the sun - not because I can see it, but by it I can see everything else.
We lose a great deal, I think, when we lose this sense and feeling for the sun. When all has been said, the adventure of the sun is the great natural drama by which we live, and not to have joy in it and awe of it, not to share in it, is to close a dull door on natures's sustaining and poetic spirit.
A good roast of sun, it slows you, lets you relax–and out here if there's anything wrong, you can see it coming with bags of time to do what's next. This is the place and the weather for peace, for the cultivation of a friendly mind.
This far north the sun was still up, although very low, riding through the mountains as if looking for something it lost on the ground.
Six Mudras are to be practised daily for 10 minutes.They are Jnana,Prithvi,Apana,Prana,Dhyana and ShoonyaVayu-by which health is enhanced and diseases can be prevented.
A stagecoach passed by on the road and went on;
And the road didn’t become more beautiful or even more ugly.
That’s human action on the outside world.
We take nothing away and we put nothing back, we pass by and we forget;
And the sun is always punctual every day.
(5/7/14)
I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.
Concrete breathes sun's heat.
At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.
The sun shines on all and all alike, It's not surprising that we feel good when we immerse ourselves in nature.
SECOND SUN
So much blood
Has been spent in this world,
But we have not yet built a sun of blood.
Listen, my friend,
To these trembling words:
A second sun will be born
of our blood
in the form of a heart.
Do you know how,
sometimes, when you first wake up,
your pulse is so thorough, so slow,
that you, and the one who is with you,
and the room, and the opening light all seem to swell
and subside and swell inside your heart?
Neruda had his first dream,
First meeting with the Moon and the Sun
In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,
Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.
No matter how dark your cloud is; sun in you will always outshine this darkness
Don't Have The Power To Stare At The Sun. I Can Only Try Even I Know I'll Fail. At Least I Have The Courage To Do That. I Know My Power And I Know My Shortcomings Which Most of The People Cannot Even Realize About Their Own. I'm Powerful In My Own Little Innocent World....
When pain brings you down, don't be silly, don't close your eyes and cry, you just might be in the best position to see the sun shine.
I wanted to say something to make her pain go away and make everything better. But, I realized that there was no answer. Bad things happen to good people. Rain always falls on the people who deserve nothing less than the sun.
This book attempts to
record a journey to restoration that applies to ordinary people like you and I. It is a shot towards healing. A step headed for a new consciousness. It emerges from a moment in time where all seems lost.
After the rain, the sun will reappear.
There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.
Your thoughts are your message to the world. Just as the rays are the messages of the Sun.
I’ve got to stop looking at you, like you light my world. You’re the dark cloud which brings the rain. You’re the hurricane which destroys my peace. You are not the sun. I am my own light.
I've no need for a limited chimney when am feeling the warmth of the motherly sun.
Mahtab looked out of the window at the moon clearing the rooftops, bathing everything around in its silver light. She sighed, envying Nasim's freedom. For just like Mahtab's namesake, as the moonlight was beholden to the sun, she was beholden to her family.
My tears of joy
hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my cloudy days
when I make
our love-dreams
for the sun to dream
only for you....
(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)
I roamed alone;
O, barren dreams.
My echoed voice,
what lonely comfort.
Here is my salvation:
I hear the triumph drum;
the rhythm of the rising,
the long-awaited sun.
Once I embraced the dreams that once inspired. Now I've found that there is too much I didn't recognize as a gift. I may be too late to see, cherish, and endure. I may never change, but be forever stuck in the past without realizing until my eyes open to the sun and I have forgotten the moon.
Fail as fast as you can as much as you can and then you will know what Success is.
The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance - that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it - then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion.
The Sun is such a lonely star. Whenever he comes out to see his friends, they all disappear.
The future is as blank as a plane sheet if you don't have an eagle's eye, that's why you should climb to a vantage point to get a good perspective view at your future.
She draws back, yet refuses to lose skin contact. Golden light flickers across his face. He is the night, the stars. His soul shines so brightly, she could pour it into a jar, and it’d be as bright as the sun.
a voice called out after me, 'life takes us on many divergent paths, and yet we shall meet one more time! Not in the flesh, but in the sun, man's home
Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.
Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.
Universe is the Sun watching its own self.
Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.
Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas?
How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?
The joy you feel when you become a small life particle sun and share its brightness and warmth with those around you is indescribably great.
A society must create lots of sunshine for its miners as they need the sun most! And ‘to be remembered, to be respected’ is a good sunshine; ‘safety in the mine’ is a good sunshine!
The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.
When Small men begin to cast big shadows, it means that the sun is about to set.
If the sun rolled back like an eye,
it would see the mind of God.