The river overflows, not the sun. (Déborde le fleuve, – Pas le soleil)

The water shines only by the sun. And it is you who are my sun. (L’eau ne brille que par le soleil. – Et c’est toi qui es mon soleil.)

At the crossroad in my life, I didn’t know which way to go. I just mindlessly choose a random direction… then, after regretting my decision I tried to retrace my steps. However, without even realizing...

The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

A star is drawing on some vast reservoir of energy by means unknown to us. This reservoir can scarcely be other than the subatomic energy which, it is known exists abundantly in all matter; we...

You are the beloved child of this universe, so live as if everything is yours. Every morning the sun is rising for you. The rays of light are kissing you, birds are singing for you,...

Nature is where the reality happens.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

George Stephenson, with a sagacity of mind in advance of the science of his day, answered, when asked what was the ultimate cause of motion of his locomotive engine, ‘that it went by the bottled-up...

The Sun has no chance to be nobody and that is the punishment for being a sun! If you can be nobody just like a humble tree in a silent forest, you can find the...

I’m not a yogi, but I know the sun salutation.

Though I myself am an atheist, I openly profess religion in the sense just mentioned, that is, a nature religion. I hate the idealism that wrenches man out of nature; I am not ashamed of...

I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.

I’m afraid our sun is nothing like whatever defined.

A poor old Widow in her weedsSowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;Not too shallow, and not too deep,And down came April — drip — drip — drip.Up shone May, like gold, and soonGreen as an...

Longing is like the rosy dawn. After the dawn out comes the sun. Longing is followed by the vision of God.

I wouldn’t live in California. All that sun makes you sterile.

Some people pray to a totem pole, some people pray to a sun, some people pray to a god. It all works for them. It all comes back to what you think.

Whenever the birds sing, I will remember you Claire. As long as the sun shines, I will love you. And when the sun darkens everything and the dead sky falls, I will hope to see...

We are young, life is vivacious, life is fun, let’s enjoy it, at the beach with loving sun.

Jacksonville has sunny days 80% of the year. That’s probably why 20% of my body is always untanned. Who knew that the fraction 20% is shaped like a Speedo?

Why’s it so sunny?” she repeated.Zooey observed her rather narrowly. “I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy,” he said.

Silence gradually spread its great, fragile butterfly wings across the ward. The sun had disappeared, replaced by grey and rain. This particular month of July was reading the script for March.

When the years are dying in the arms of your life,the earth is in pain moving around the sun.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…

If I had to choose a religion, the sun as the universal giver of life would be my god.

The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun, while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon. Every living creature responds to light. But depending on the amount of light you have...

Wow,” Thalia muttered. “Apollo is hot.” “He’s the sun god,” I said.”That’s not what I meant.

Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower.

I believe in Christ like I believe in the sun – not because I can see it, but by it I can see everything else.

State legislators ensured that the sun will shine on the interactions between lobbyists and legislators and lobbyists and the executive branch.

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

The sun was up – stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down below the living dead were forming their complaining queues at bus...

Life is a summer, full of fun, at the beach, under the sun.

The sun just touched the morning;The morning, happy thing,Supposed that he had come to dwell,And life would be all spring.

Dios me creó para que yo lo imitara de noche. Él es el Sol, yo soy la Luna. Mi luz flota sobre todo lo que es fútil o ha terminado, fuego fatuo, márgenes de río,...

Sky and the stars and the sun, and the moon and the mountain and the rivers will smile, if you smile. Beasts and the brutes and the monsters and the birds, and the flowers, and...

I was a big shiny, glittery-type person. Now I’m a jeans and T-shirt girl, or I’ll wear sun dresses and cowboy boots in the summer. But at first I had to have stylists tell me,...

Estou sempre a fazer isto com as pessoas. Ponho-as de parte antes de as conhecer, ou acho que a simpatia, um certo tipo de abertura, é uma forma de fraqueza

I don’t believe that the course of anyone’s lifetime has ever been as unerring as that of the rising and setting sun, but I know many lives that have been just as inspiring.

The stars were so simple when she was a kid, a smattering of glowing dust circling the Earth. She did not then know that each was a sun, most considerably more massive than the daylight...

i’m glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

Wherever I am in the world, my perfect day begins with waking up and heading to the beach or the pool or somewhere I can be semi-comatose. I just wake up and go to the...

And each one there has one thing shared;They have sweated beneath the same sun,Look up in wonder at the same moon,And wept when it was all done,For being done too soon.

Humanity does not suffer from the disease of wrong beliefs but humanity suffers from the contagious nature of the lack of belief. If you have no magic with you it is not because magic does...

When the sun touched the earth, it spread out along the horizon like a giant yolk oozing free of its skin.

Tell me the story..About how the sun loved the moon so much..That she died every night..Just to let him breathe…

We’ll see how smug you are once I’m on dry land.

The one created thing which we cannot look at is the one thing in the light of which we look at everything. Like the sun at noonday, mysticism explains everything else by the blaze of...

In the future, man will be able to create an artificial Sun which is very similar to the Sun in the sky that was once upon a time worshipped as a god!