“I think the seventies caught the last red rays of the dying sun of this innocence, but were already a little cold and drab.” ThinkingLittlesLastsSunDyingColdRedCaughtInnocenceRaysSeventies Author:Quentin S. Crisp
“A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.” IfsLoveJoyPeaceMorningSunFireBirdTasksWindowCoffeeRaysLeafsGood MorningFire Escapes Author:Anais Nin
“Concentrate all your thoughts upon the work at hand. The sun's rays do not burn until brought to a focus.” InspirationalHandsInspiringAttentionSunFocusFocusedProductivityConcentrationWrestlingRaysTime ManagementProcrastinationInventorStay FocusedConcentratingToughnessWork DoneWork To Be DoneFocus On GoalsFocus And ConcentrationInspired To WorkTask At HandPositive FocusFocused AttentionLaser FocusLosing Focus Author:Alexander Graham Bell
“I planted my self in the middle of a great many Glasses full of Dew, tied fast about me, upon which the Sun so violently darted his Rays, that the Heat, which attracted them, as it does the thickest Clouds, carried me up so high, that at length I found my self above the middle Region of the Air.” DoeSelfFoundSunAirMiddleCloudsGlassesHeatRegionsLengthRaysTiedDew Book:A Voyage to the Moon: Souls Needed for You Source: A Voyage to the Moon: Souls Needed for You
“But it is possible, it is possible: the old grief, by a great mystery of human life, gradually passes into quiet, tender joy; instead of young, ebullient blood comes a mild, serene old age: I bless the sun's rising each day and my heart sings to it as before, but now I love its setting even more, its long slanting rays, and with them quiet, mild, tender memories, dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life--and over all is God's truth, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving!” HumansHeartLongWholeAgeMovingYoungJoyMemoriesGriefSunMysteryBloodMy HeartQuietBlessedForgivingDearSettingOld AgeSettingsHuman LifeRisingEach DayBlessRaysSereneBlessed Life Author:Fyodor Dostoevsky
“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.” FeelsFirstsFeltSunFocusFlowerSnowWarmthRaysSteep Book:White Oleander Source: White Oleander