#suns

A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love. ↗

— Max Muller

#blossom #cannot #flower #live #man

I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. ↗

— Hamlin Garland

#breath #cedar #dawns #fragrant #hundred

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. ↗

— Edmund Spenser

#bright #eye #face #great #heaven

The world goes up and the world goes down, the sunshine follows the rain; and yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown can never come over again. ↗

— Charles Kingsley

#come #down #follows #frown #goes

(regarding what kind of day she would want to be released) If I had the opportunity to choose, I would want it to be a radiant sunshiny day! And I would love it to be a Saturday morning. I'd go home and take a bath and soak and shampoo and put on clean underwear and clean clothes! And then Sunday morning I want to go to church and thank Gd for freedom -- with capital letters. ↗

— Diet Eman

#release #sunshine #diet

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#aging #color #growth #old-age #peach

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#expression #glory #letters #light #simplicity

The other day, when I was deciding where to place a mountain range, how to make a river's flow detour around underground stalactite caves, and what precise color to give the sky at sunset, I realized I was God... or an artist and a writer. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#artist #color #create #creating #creation

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#impermanence #sunsets #beauty

She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty? ↗

— Ann Brashares

#sunshine #beauty