Best Sun Quotes

You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.

Atheism is so senseless. When I look at the solar system, I see the earth at the right distance from the sun to receive the proper amounts of heat and light. This did not happen by chance.

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.

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

The best is yet to come, and won’t that be fine? You think you’ve seen the sun, but you ain’t seen it shine.

The sun is but a morning star.

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

I woke up this morning, smiled at the rising sun.

The sun proceeds unmoved. To measure off another day for an approving God.

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.

Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.

Shame on such a morality that is worthy of pariahs, and that fails to recognize the eternal essence that exists in every living thing, and shines forth with inscrutable significance from all eyes that see the sun!

Such Roots as are soft, your best way is to dry in the Sun, or else hang them up in the Chimney corner upon a string; as for such as are hard you may dry them any where.

Reason is like an officer when the king appears. The officer then loses his power and hides himself. Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.

There is a sun within every person.

Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version. Love is full strength. I never wanted the diluted version. I never shied away from love’s hugeness but I had no idea that love could be as reliable as the sun. The daily rising of love.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

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

May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God’s dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.

I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Hope is the sun. It is light. It is passion. It is the fundamental force for life’s blossoming.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul. Share the botanical bliss of gardeners through the ages, who have cultivated philosophies to apply to their own – and our own – lives: Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.

In the nights sometimes now he’d wake in the back and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the songs of birds, the sun.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

All day I’ve built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.

Rise up this mornin’, Smile with the risin’ sun.

There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.

I woke up this morning, Smiled at the rising sun, Three little birds, Sat on my doorstep, Singing sweet songs

To any white body receiving the light from the sun, or the air, the shadows will be of a bluish cast.

Nothing is hidden under the sun.

She carried the burn of the sun on her body. It was for all of those wasted, dull years.

Like the stain’d web that whitens in the sun, grow pure by being purely shone upon.

Without you, there’d be no sun in my sky, there would be no love in my life, there’d be no world left of me.

The sun never knew how great it was until it hit the side of a building.