#sunshine

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

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

I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#nature #sunshine #nature

What did you call her?" she ask's but I don't think it's her real question. "Sunshine," I say, and she smiles like she believes it's perfect and she may be the only person other than me who would think so. "What is she to you?" she whispers. The real question and I know the answer even if I don't know how to say it. Drew's muffled voice rises up from the floor before I can respond. "Family," he says. And he's right. ↗

— Katja Millay

#josh #sunshine #family

She scowled at him until a light appeared in her intelligent eyes, as if she had had an epiphany. "Are you an illegal alien? ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#crazy #epiphany #illegal #sunshine #talon

After 50 years together as a couple: "Look how fast the leaves are falling now," Alan says. "The trees will be bare in a couple of days. Do you realize that we have watched the leaves fall together for more than fifty autumns?" I stand quietly, looking at Alan, letting his words sink in. I am suddenly so moved. ↗

— Norman Sunshine

#double-life #love-story #norman-sunshine #life

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#beauty-in-nature #flowers #summer #sunlight #sunshine

Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows. ↗

— Helen Keller

#sun

While she was light and sunshine, he was nothing but clouds and darkness. ↗

— Victoria Michaels

#darkness #light #sunshine #advertising

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#grass #june #roses #summer #sunshine