At every level in our inventory, nothing seems special about our Earth, our Sun, our Galaxy, our Local Group. Evidently, mediocrity reigns throughout. Such is our niche in the Universe.
I want my words to illuminate like the sun, as I give my daily lecture on photosynthesis to my houseplants.
By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.
The Sun was smiling hundred years ago and the sun is laughing today.
I literally just saw the sun in your eyes. Mistica Massacre
.. The world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can--the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildness of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn't even flicker.
Just let them sit in the goddam sun. But the world won't let them because there's nothing more dangerous than letting old farts sit in the sun. They might be thinking. Same thing with kids. Keep 'em busy or they might start thinking.
The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.
Catch sunbeams in a mirror! A reflection of a sunbeam can melt an iceberg.
I know your eyes in the morning sunI feel you touch me in the pouring rainAnd the moment that you wander far from meI wanna feel you in my arms again
The sun was up - stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down below the living dead were forming their complaining queues at bus stops.
Then she smiles, like it'sthe first time she's seen sunafter a decade of winters.
And each one there has one thing shared; They have sweated beneath the same sun, Look up in wonder at the same moon, And wept when it was all done, For being done too soon.
Can you see the sunset real good on the West side? You can see it on the East side too.