Sun Quotes - Page 27

O what a blessing is Sunday, interposed between the waves of worldly business like the divine path of the Israelites through the sea! There is nothing in which I would advise you to be more strictly conscientious than in keeping the Sabbath day holy. I can truly declare that to me the Sabbath has been invaluable.

you are my sun, and if the sun went out, the shadow would die.

He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade.

You must never be satisfied with losing. You must get angry, terribly angry, about losing. But the mark of the good loser is that he takes his anger out on himself and not his victorious opponents or on his teammates.

If people call me a Sunday painter I'm a Sunday painter who paints every day of the week!

You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.

The sun shines upon good and bad alike.

Sunsets in themselves are generally superior to sunrises; but with the sunset we appreciate images drawn from departed peace and faded glory.

Christianity, unlike any other religion in the world, begins with catastrophe and defeat. Sunshine religions and psychological inspirations collapse in calamity and wither in adversity. But the Life of the Founder of Christianity, having begun with the Cross, ends with the empty tomb and victory.

God wills us to have everything. As we express life, we fulfill God's law of abundance, but we do this only as we realize that there is good enough to go around-only as we know that all of God's gifts are given as freely and fully as the air and the sunshine.

You ought to dream. All our biggest businessmen have been dreamers.

The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.

We have not long to live in any event. Let us spend what is left in seeking the unpeopled world behind the sunrise.

I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.

I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.

When I was a young boy, growing up in Durham, North Carolina, the women in my family were truly passionate about their clothes; nothing was more beautiful to me than women dressing with the utmost, meticulous attention to accessories, shoes, handbags, hats, coats, dresses and gloves to attend Sunday church services.

I am seventy years old, a gray age weighted with uncompromising biblical allusions. It ought to have a gray outlook, but it hasn't, because a glint of dazzling sunshine is dancing merrily ahead of me.

There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.

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

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.

Me carrying a briefcase is like a hotdog wearing earrings.

I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.

Yeah." He took one last look at the cityscape of Rome, turning bloodred in the sunset. "Festus, raise the sails. We've got some friends to save.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.