Sun Quotes
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He who gets nearer the sun is leader, the aristocrat of aristocrats, or he who, like Dostoevsky, gets nearest the moon of our non-being.
D. H. Lawrence
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I'm here on the blacktop, the sun in my eyes Women and Country on my mind
Jakob Dylan
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See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
Philip James Bailey
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Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
William Shakespeare
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This perpetual toggling between nothing being new, under the sun, and everything having very recently changed, absolutely, is perhaps the central driving tension of my work.
William Gibson
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There's a lot to do in space. I want to learn more about the greenhouse effect on Venus, about whether there was life on Mars, about the environment in which Earth and the Sun is immersed, the behavior of the Sun.
Neil deGrasse Tyson
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Open the casement, and up with the Sun!His gallant journey is just begun;Over the hills his chariot is roll'd,Banner'd with glory, and burnish'd with gold,-Over the hills he comes sublime,Bridegroom of Earth, and brother of Time!
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Every junkie is like a setting sun.
Neil Young
Buffalo Springfield
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The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence. The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.
Mother Teresa
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As far back as I can remember, I have worshipped the sun. My skin is fair, but as the years have gone by, it has toughened and darkened. I now turn a rich golden brown every summer, but only after the first day of burning.
Jane Green
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The substance of mind is the substance of heaven. A joyful thought is an auspicious star or a felicitous cloud. An angry thought is a thunderstorm or a violent rain. A kind thought is a gentle breeze or a sweet dew. A stern thought is a fierce sun or an autumn frost. Which of these can be eliminated? Just let them pass away as they arise, open and unresisting, and your mind merges with the spacious sky.
Zicheng Hong
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The sun shone on: the shade of the awning vanished in the hot, white, shadowless midday. In that blaze of heat I was loving Paris as never before. And there sitting opposite me, stretching himself luxuriously in the sun, his eyes lazily examining his half-empty drink, was Larry, the one I loved the best … sensationally uninterested.
Elaine Dundy
