The languid transition from soft, pink-orange sunlight to deep blue darkness clashed with the clusterfuck that was my emotions.

Inside the building, the sun lights up segments of the rotting wooden floor through the many holes in the roof. As I look for her, I register things: the soggy floorboards. The smell of almonds,...

The sun would be better than a flashlight, except it doesn’t work at night. It probably needs to recharge its batteries from running all day.

…I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight – with you, everything was beautiful…

Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.

I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.

the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood …

A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.

And I’m hoping there’s some larger truth about suffering here, or at least my understanding of it – although I’ve come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I...

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

…I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone – perhaps I’m a Troll…

At my place I can really tell when winter has come.. It’s when sunlight is pathetically crawling in my courtyard, incapable of reaching my window anymore.

I don’t have a tan because I only come out at night. The only sun I get is reflected off the moon. I make love like a vampire, only entirely different and without completely filling...

Outside, he had a sudden feeling that at moments there was too much light for human eyes. It caused men to feel weak and befuddled.

For a week the sun had been nothing but a puffy, seamless sheet of white, and this Tuesday had begun the same. But as the day progressed, the grayness receded like a mist, the sky’s...

I have sometimes thought that the reason the trees are so quiet in the summer is that they are in a sort of ecstasy; it is in winter, when the biologists tell us they sleep,...

Cordy slept late, awakening only when the noises of the house and the insistent sunlight became to obvious to be believably incorporated into her dreams any longer.

In order to identify when we are receiving this energy from a particular—limited—individual, or when it is coming from Source, the Love that flows from Source is unlimited and increases constantly, whilst the other one...

When the time has come, every leaf turns to face the sun!

I’m hard to love, but I love hard, like my heart is the sun yearning to tan your naked body. I promise I won’t burn you.

holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in...

Your light, your spirit.

Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty...

Some parts of life are lived in the shadows where the only sunlight you feel is the light you pray for.

Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time,...

Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? You’re like sunlight and water and air to me. All you need to do is walk across my line of sight and my whole world lights up.

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

I eat overcast skies for breakfast, because sunlight isn’t filling enough. As a lover, I’m a bring-my-own-umbrella kind of guy, because a soup bowl doesn’t offer enough space or protection.

The path of light is self awaken.

Vampires, contrary to popular belief, don’t incinerate when exposed to sunlight. If that were true, there would be a heck of a lot more stories about spontaneous combustion around the world. They are, however, very...

Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It’s called the sun. Let’s go get us a little.

…she felt as if her entire body were glowing with the taste of sunlight, of wind blowing in wide spaces and trees reaching their burdened arms to boundless skies.

Sometimes I feel like I’m living in my father’s shadow. But then he takes a few steps, or bends down to stretch his back, and I get to enjoy the sunlight for a few moments.

Sunlight is the best disinfectant.

Being out in the sunlight brightens my mood, especially if that sunlight is reflected off the moon.

You are a star. Watch your star closely to see where it will lead you.

I’m as deadly as a marine, when compared to marine plant life. It took lots of water, sunlight, and standing still to get this badass.

Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.

He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what...

Only love can free us from fear. Fear causes us to cower in the shadows; Love allows us to dance in the sunlight.

‘When did you first fall in love?’ ‘I think, I first fell in love when I was in fifth grade with this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight and made rainbows on...

Is there anything more pathetic than a flower that doesn’t get enough sunlight and dies, because it couldn’t get out of bed until four in the afternoon?

The Sunlight on the GardenThe sunlight on the gardenHardens and grows cold,We cannot cage the minuteWithin its nets of gold,When all is toldWe cannot beg for pardon.Our freedom as free lancesAdvances towards its end;The earth...

If there’s a 50% chance of rain, I guess it means it’ll be half sunny. Relationships are similar, with my love being sunny and your love being cloudy.

My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?”That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. “What about them?””The color,” he breathed. “When you stand in the light. They’re amazing… like molten gold....

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.

Yellow flowers are like physical manifestations of sunlight. I’m growing a garden of sunglasses just to help save eyesight and make the world a little bit cooler.

And the sun on the wall of her room, the block of sun with all the tiny flying things in it. When she was little she thought they were the souls of dead insects, still...

I drink cup of sunlight every morning to brighten myself.