Sun Quotes - Page 12

All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try.

Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors.

I can't give you the sunset, but I can give you the night.

No one wants to quit when he's losing and no one wants to quit when he's winning.

Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.

Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.

When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.

You must never behave as if your life belongs to a man. Do you hear me?' Aunty Ifeka said. 'Your life belongs to you and you alone.

We live on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam

Every day is a good day to be alive, whether the sun's shining or not.

Losing an illusion makes you wiser than finding a truth.

Don't assume that God will always work in your life the way He always has. A sunset is proof that God colors outside the lines. He has no status quo. Even the laws of nature are His to interrupt. As many times as you've prayed before, today may be the day when God sends the answer so swiftly-so divinely-that you're windburned.

It is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.

For me optimism is two lovers walking into the sunset arm in arm. Or maybe into the sunrise - whatever appeals to you.

I saw no African people in the printed and illustrated Sunday school lessons. I began to suspect at this early age that someone had distorted the image of my people. My long search for the true history of African people the world over began.

You gotta try your luck at least once a day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it.

Nowadays my brain no longer races compulsively in either elation, grandiosity, or depression. I have been given a quiet place in bright sunshine.

I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

Do not let Sunday be taken from you. If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.

We are uncomfortable because everything in our life keeps changing -- our inner moods, our bodies, our work, the people we love, the world we live in. We can't hold on to anything -- a beautiful sunset, a sweet taste, an intimate moment with a lover, our very existence as the body/mind we call self -- because all things come and go. Lacking any permanent satisfaction, we continuously need another injection of fuel, stimulation, reassurance from loved ones, medicine, exercise, and meditation. We are continually driven to become something more, to experience something else.

Since I'm constantly in the sun, I use sunscreen daily.

Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.

A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.

Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset (and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way).