sun

A good vacation for me is going to warm weather. Being able to go outside, in the sun, hit the beach, play outside sports. Being active outside. Going swimming, hanging by the pool, having a couple drinks, having a couple of your close buddies around, and just having a blast.

Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.

To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

When the sun is shining I can do anything; no mountain is too high, no trouble too difficult to overcome.

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

Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.

Never respect men merely for their riches, but rather for their philanthropy; we do not value the sun for its height, but for its use.

You might find me outside with a can of hair spray, spraying it with the hope that the sun will burn a hole in the Earth. Another part of me hopes people will grow up and evolve and get smarter. That's the paradox of Marilyn Manson.

The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again.

Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.

Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.

It is the artist's business to create sunshine when the sun fails.

The sun shines even on the wicked.

Whence are thy beams O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty the stars hide themselves in the sky the moon cold and pale sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone.

Make hay while the sun shines.