#sunlight

I think of marriage as a garden. You have to tend to it. Respect it, take care of it, feed it. Make sure everyone is getting the right amount of, um, sunlight. ↗

— Mark Ruffalo

#care #everyone #feed #garden #getting

Anyone who wants to look at sunlight naturally wipes his eye clear first, in order to make, at any rate, some approximation to the purity of that on which he looks; and a person wishing to see a city or country goes to the place in order to do so. ↗

— Athanasius

#anyone #approximation #city #clear #country

She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. ↗

— Roman Payne

#love #nymph #ode #pastoral #pastorale

Humanity does not suffer from the disease of wrong beliefs but humanity suffers from the contagious nature of the lack of belief. If you have no magic with you it is not because magic does not exist but it is because you do not believe in it. Even if the sun shines brightly upon your skin every day, if you do not believe in the sunlight, the sunlight for you does not exist. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#belief-quotes #beliefs #believing #disbelief #existence-of-magic

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. I give her my troth, for our love is whole I sing her beauty in my soul ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #eden #eve #inspiration #love

Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight. ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#seems #sunlight #touch

...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful... ↗

— John Geddes

#cigarette #shaft #smoke #sunlight #beauty

Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the woods of our experience. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#experience #god #sunlight #woods #experience

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. ↗

— Louis MacNeice

#flying #freedom #garden #sunlight #freedom

Sunset is the saddest light there is. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#life