T Quotes
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“The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.”
“The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before.”
Source: The Advancement of Learning
“The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.”
“The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.”
“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.”
Source: Oliver Twist
“The sun-belt and the technology belt can become very powerful when they begin to understand themselves as a community: a community of energy, water and climate security; a community for their common future.”
“The Sun-Paul must consider only one thing: what is the relation of this or that external reaction of the animal to the phenomena of the external world?”
“The sun. I hate the sun.”
“The sunbeams are the small bursts of light that break through one’s window of depression. The little flickers of light that remind you of how life can feel. Those sunbeams can be anything. People, places, activities. Mine was my family. Coming back home and working on the farm. Holding a baseball bat in my hands. Laughing with my brothers. To the outside world, these aren’t big things, but to me…they got me to the next day. Over time, I started finding more beams of light. Things that filled me with joy. Over time, the light grew. It’s not a constant thing. Some days, the beams are more abundant than others. But still, the light always comes in. So I think that’s what you need to do. Find your beams of light.”
“The sunbeams are welcome now. They seem like pure electricity—like friendly and recuperating lightning. Are we led to think electricity abounds only in summer, when we see in the storm-clouds as it were, the veins and ore-beds of it? I imagine it is equally abundant in winter, and more equable and better tempered. Who ever breasted a snowstorm without being excited and exhilarated, as if this meteor had come charged with latent auroræ of the North, as doubtless it has? It is like being pelted with sparks from a battery.”
Source: John Burroughs' America: Selections from the Writings of the Naturalist
“The Sunborn Champion landed on the bloodied battlefield, wings curved above his head in a great arch like the carved ceiling in the grand hall of home. When he lifted his face, it was cold as gold beneath the mountain.
“Hi, loser,” said Mr. Schafer.
The Sunborn Champion was focused on Captain Arch. “Try to hit him again,” he suggested. “Give me a reason to kill you.”
“Don’t kill him,” commanded Mr. Schafer. “He’s only committed petty crimes. I have a list back in the Westering fortress. He and most of his men need to be fined, but it’s the men of Deepfort who forced prisoners into indentured servitude—”
“Elliot, I am going to kill you,” said the Sunborn Champion.
He wheeled on Mr. Schafer, all wings and bared sword and fury like the sun. Mr. Schafer rolled his eyes.
“That’s not fair. I haven’t committed any crimes. Not since the treason. I’m glad you’re here to see justice done, as I outlined in my letter to Commander Woodsinger—”
“I did notice you’d suddenly regained your ability to write letters!” snapped the Sunborn Champion.”
Source: Tears Waiting to Be Diamonds
“The Sundaies of man's life, Thredded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal, glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gates stand ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife. More plentiful than hope.”
Source: The Works of George Herbert: Poems
“The Sunday morning choir raised their voices to fever pitch with another gospel tune. Slurring voices filled with thick drawls of the local accent. The choir a mix of young girls her own age, alongside elderly women, with a few men thrown in for good measure. The old ladies wore tight gray buns and librarian glasses. Could they have ever been young? Could their husbands have?”
Source: Justice of the Fox
“The Sunday morning service shows how popular your church is. The evening services show how popular your pastor is. Your private prayer time shows you how popular God is!”
“The Sunday school trip: While us girls were alone, a nasty piece of work called Louise, aged about eleven, decided that it would be a ‘fun’ idea to hang someone over the cliff ... me!”
Source: Alice in Worcestershire
“The Sundering is a world spanning event that creates ripples all across the Realms. The books in the series are connected in that they take place against that backdrop, showing different aspects of it. The stories, however, are not sequels or intertwined, though there are some Easter Eggs across books.”
“The sundisk, covered, shines not for people to see,
One cannot live when clouds conceal.”
Source: Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume I: The Old and Middle Kingdoms
“The Sunflow'r, thinking 'twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t' excuse the blame; It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.”
“The sunflower is a favorite emblem of constancy”
Source: Bulfinch’s Mythology: The Age of Fable
“The sunflower is mine, in a way.”
Source: Complete letters: with reproductions of all the drawings in the correspondence
“The sunken gray sky seemed to be closing in on the ground. The edges of the world on which they stood crumbled into the abyss. They could hear it fracture around them like glaciers splintering off into the frigid deep.
"What do you three want?" Eros asked with flippant annoyance.
Loki chimed in, "We don't want any of your Girl Scout Cookies…"
Eros closed his eyes and pressed his lips together.
"-unless you have Samoas,” Loki amended.”
Source: The Netherworlds: Curse of Fate
“the sunkissed ones, they leave a sweetness with you that changes the air you breathe forever”
“The sunlight ... that strikes Earth’s land surface in two hours is equivalent to total human energy use in a year. While much of that sunlight becomes heat, solar energy is also responsible for the energy embodied in wind, hydro, wave, and biomass, each with the potential to be harnessed for human use. Only a small portion of that enormous daily, renewable flux of energy will ever be needed by humanity.”
“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”
“The sunlight comes through my window as it sets
It meets my weary eyes, but I don’t fret
It’s almost blinding
As if it’s love itself;temporarily illuminating”
Source: Hey Humanity
“The sunlight gilded the balcony as Asterin whispered, so softly that only Manon could hear, “Bring my body back to the cabin.”
Something in Manon's chest broke—broke so violently that she wondered if it was possible for no one to have heard it.”
Source: Empire of Storms
“The sunlight now lay over the valley perfectly still. I went over to the graveyard beside the church and found them under the old cedars... I am finding it a little hard to say that I felt them resting there, but I did. I felt their completeness as whatever they had been in the world.
I knew I had come there out of kindness, theirs and mine. The grief that came to me then was nothing like the grief I had felt for myself alone... This grief had something in it of generosity, some nearness to joy. In a strange way it added to me what I had lost. I saw that, for me, this country would always be populated with presences and absences, presences of absences, the living and the dead. The world as it is would always be a reminder of the world that was, and of the world that is to come.”
Source: Jayber Crow
“The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold”
“The Sunlight on the Garden
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.”
Source: Collected Poems 1925-1948
“The sunlight ranges over the universe, and at incarnation we step out of it into the twilight of the body, and see but dimly during the period of our incarceration; at death we step out of the prison again into the sunlight, and are nearer to the reality.”
Source: The Theosophical Writings of Annie Besant
“The sunlight that has brought life and healing to you has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine.”
“The sunlights differ, but there is only one darkness.”
“The Sunni Arabs began to realize that they had made a huge mistake by not voting in the election of 2005 and by not being part of the new Iraq. They had reasons for this: They were effected by the disestablishment of the military and by de-Baathification (the dismantling of Saddam Hussein's party) in winter 2007-2007. They increasingly recognized that their future lay in being part of the solution rather than a continuing part of the problem.”
“The Sunnis continue to see themselves, possibly for nostalgic reasons, as the most influential group and want a stronger central government - quite unlike minorities in other countries. The circumstances here are far more complex than many people in Washington imagine.”
“The sunrise always gives us the same message: Wake up! Get up, live your life or your life will be shortened because sleeping is not life, life is movement!”
“The sunrise and sunset shows us that in life there are ups and downs. There is light and darkness.”
“The sunrise does not yield to one’s beckon call.”
“The sunrise is always a source of morale for human beings; In the days when the world experiences global disasters, sunrise becomes almost an angel!”
“The sunrise was the colour of bad blood. It leaked out of the east and stained the dark sky red, marked the scraps of the cloud with stolen gold. Underneath it the road twisted up the mountainside towards the fortress of Fontezarmo - a cluster of sharp towers, ash-black again the wounded heavens. The sunrise was red, black and gold.
The colours of their profession.”
Source: Best Served Cold
“The suns going down and we cant afford to come back to it tomorrow.”
“The Suns, meanwhile, appeared to be hoisting a white flag over the Arizona desert. With a 12-22 record at the time, they were clearing out big contracts for salary-cap relief and a chance to start over again the following summer. We are taking a step backward in the immediate run, .. But we're certainly looking forward to the future.”
“The sunset and the gentle moon, the blessed motion of the leaves and the murmuring of waters are all sweet physicians to a distempered mind. The soul is expanded and drinks in quiet, a lulling medicine – to me it was as the sight of the lovely water snakes to the bewitched mariner – in loving and blessing Nature I unawares, called down a blessing on my own soul.”
“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
Source: Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For
“The sunset caught me, turned the brush to copper,/ set the clouds/ to one great roof of flame/ above the earth.”
Source: Down Half the World
“The sunset glow of self-possession.”
“The Sunset
Have you ever lost yourself
In the sunset that washes the sky
Of the day’s garish glory
And paints crimson
In the hour of blush?
Have you ever seen
A poise of the busy life,
where power and wealth lose their pride,
for a human is called by the rosy mystery!
Have you ever seen how the heart floats in the sky,
Gently, gently over the clouds of worry,
Into the westerly where colors splash,
Where poems just begin,
Where lovers get lost in the gaze.
Have you ever seen the sky of crimson
spread heavenly sweets,
And have you ever sensed
the wild and drunken gaze
in the language of lovers?
Have you ever seen how sunset
Takes us to the other side of life,
Where despairs die and dreams are born,
For therein lies a lover’s glance,
In the sweetness and hunger
To taste a cup of crimson.”
“The sunset looks beautiful over the projects...
What a shame, it ain't the same where we stand at.
If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off.
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off.”
“The sunset looks so beautiful from here. Doesn’t it?” I asked.
She looked at the setting sun far away with a sad smile. “Isn’t it strange how the world can see beauty in something that is losing itself to darkness?”
I wasn’t sure if it was her husky voice or the depth of her words that pulled me to her.
“What’s wrong with darkness?” I asked, sitting at a distance on the same boulder.
Her deep hazel eyes narrowed on me before she diverted her attention back to the endless sea.
“Probably nothing…” I thought that was it, but after a moment, she added, “as far as it’s not within us.”
Source: As Night Falls
“The sunset of all emotions, myself yellowing, subdued to grey sadness in my external self-awareness”
“The sunset of the forest had given the signal to robin and tanager to begin their vesper song. The sunset of the mount had issued the dew-time call that conjures out of the caves and hollow trees the smallest of the winged Brownie folk, whose kingdom is the twilight and whose dance hall is high above the tree-tops.”
Source: Raggylug and Other Stories From Wild Animals I Have Known Being the Personal Histories of Raggylug, the Springfield Fox, the Pacing Mustang, Wully