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“The Love that moves the sun and the other stars.”
― Dante Alighieri, Paradiso

“I am the sun who will bring delight when you are in-front of me. I am the moon who will show shyness when you are away from me.”
― Santosh Kalwar

“My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I don’t belong here.”
― Albert Camus

“You do not beg the sun for mercy.

-Maud'dib's Travail from The Stilgar Commentary”
― Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

“The sun loves the moon so much that he dies every night to let her breathe, and in return, she reflects his love.”
― Jeffrey Fry, Distilled Thoughts

“Some folks call her a runaway. A failure in the race. But she knows where her ticket takes her. She will find her place in the sun”
― Tracy Chapman

“... back then the sky seemed so vast.

And now the sky above me... is low, and narrow, and heavy.”
― Inio Asano, Solanin

“Remember that each light between sunrise and sunset is worth dying for at least once.”
― Tad Williams, Shadowrise

“Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.”
― Dean Koontz, Breathless

“You too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is him.”
― Frida Kahlo, The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait

“The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.”
― Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God: A Collection of Love Poems

“The journey of the sun and moon is predictable, but yours is your ultimate art.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood!”
― Alfred De Musset, Lorenzaccio

“As the sun knows; even the sky is not the limit...”
― Rasheed Ogunlaru

“... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelions and sundress.”
― Holly Black

“So, go on rising, sun, you don't frighten us. We don't care about your many miles, your diameter, your volume. Warm sun, just rise, bright light, arise. You are not big, you are not small, you are happiness.”
― Alfred Döblin, Berlin Alexanderplatz

“I thought about the earth then, really thought about it, the tsunami's and earthquakes and volcanoes, all the horrors I haven't witnessed but have changed my life, the lives of everyone I know, all the people I'll never know. I thought about life without the sun, the moon, stars, without flowers and warm days in May. I thought about a year ago and all the good things I'd taken for granted and all the unbearable things that had replaced those simple blessings. And even though I hated the thought of crying in from of Syl, tears streamed down my face.”
― Susan Beth Pfeffer, This World We Live In

“Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“The sea, like a crinkled chart, spread to the horizon, and lapped the sharp outline of the coast, while the houses were white shells in a rounded grotto, pricked here and there by a great orange sun.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

“The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.”
― Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me, Ultima

“Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
These trees are yours because you once looked at them.
These streets are yours because you once traversed them.
These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you.
They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume.
You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you.
You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair.
The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak.
Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours.
He sits with us in darkness now
to plot how to make you ours.â€� K.K.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“The connection between art and Christ is like the connection between sunlight and the sun. It is, in fact, the connection between Sonlight and the Son.”
― Peter Kreeft, Jesus-Shock

“Become like the sun. If you do so, all darkness will be dispelled. No matter what happens, live confidently with the conviction that you, yourself are the “sun.â€� Of course, in life there are sunny days and cloudy days. But even on cloudy days, the sun is still there. Even when you are suffering, it is vital that you strive to keep the sun shining brightly in your heart.”
― Daisaku Ikeda

“How about peaches, dear?â€� murmurs Madame Manec, and Marie-Laure can hear a can opening, juice slopping into a bowl. Seconds later, she’s eating wedges of wet sunlight.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“Live to revel in just another twilight. Life may sink and disappear along with the sunset never to rise again”
― Munia Khan

“The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.”
― Ann Brashares

“Don't tell me about the Press. I know *exactly* who reads the papers. The Daily Mirror is read by the people who think they run the country. The Guardian is read by people who think they *ought* to run the country. The Times is read by the people who actually *do* run the country. The Daily Mail is read by the wives of the people who run the country. The Financial Times is read by people who *own* the country. The Morning Star is read by people who think the country ought to be run by *another* country. The Daily Telegraph is read by the people who think it is.'

"Prime Minister, what about the people who read The Sun?"

"Sun readers don't care *who* runs the country - as long as she's got big tits.”
― Antony Jay, Yes Prime Minister: The Diaries of the Right Hon. James Hacker

“- Do you want to know why I followed you into that funeral parlor?
- You said you followed me on a whim.
- That´s the truth, but there´s more to it. I was parking at the gas station across the street and I saw you get out of your car. I didn´t think much of it until you pausen on your way inside the shop. You tilted your head toward the sun and closed your eyes, like a prisoner stepping outside after years of being locked away. It seemed so odd. No one just stops and appreciates life like that, but you did. I could see your smile from across the street and I couldn´t look away. I knew in that moment that I was completely uninterested in pursuing a life in wich I didn´t cross that street and meet you.”
― R.S. Grey, With This Heart

“Hair tangled with the wind
Sun kissed face
Lover of the forest
the sea
the sky
and anything wild and free
She’s a gypsy goddess.”
― Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

“It must be September,
July sun has disappeared”
― Charmaine J. Forde