Top 100 Quotes And Sayings About Face In The Sun (2023)

Yellow and green cellophane flowers...
And I can't even stop myself, I start laughing – I laugh and laugh and
Laughing like an absolute madman until tears streamed down my face because
being a sign I don't think it's less. Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Clear.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
and she's gone
The words echo in my head, making it ache again. She left.
Don't go, don't go, don't go. I hate those words, I hate the magnetic pull of everything I've forgotten, the regret waiting to manifest. —Alexandra Adlerfarn

the fact that the Chinese meaning suggests something like a gorge in other parts of the sentence leads me to believe that Sun Tzu is talking about crevasses here.] They should be left as soon as possible and not hit. 16. As long as we stay away from such places, we must bring the enemy closer to them; while we face themsol tzu

The sun dagger appeared in the cliff face just above the shadow shaman's head. It was blinding in the shadows as sunlight slid through an opening in the overhanging flagstones. Slowly cutting through the rock, the dagger sliced ​​through the center of the etched spiral.
"In the middle of time," Chaco whispered to himself. —pj parker

Gil sat in the sun for at least 45 minutes before one of the tour guides noticed he was listless and leaning to his left. As she got closer to him, she noticed that he had a silly smile on his face.
"Are you alright, Mr. Cohen?" she asked as she slowly tried to help him to his feet.
His shirt was soaked with sweat and his skin was clammy, a sign of heat exhaustion.
"It's not that bad?" he murmured as he struggled to get to his feet. "What's not so bad, Mr. Cohen?" asked one of the tour guides.
"Death," Gil said in a glassy reply.
The guide looked at the heat-stricken man who seemed to have a moment of clarity amidst all the sweat and dehydration. "Why isn't death so bad?" she insisted. Gil took a big gulp of Gatorade and replied, "Because life wasn't so good."Phil Wohl

I present my tasks individually; I sit in the stillness of twilight grace. Out of the shadows, deep and gray, Steal like a star, my baby's face... I'll take up my work As if I never left it. Who dreams that in triumph I wore the sacred crown of motherhood? ... But the road is long, And tears jump in the sunlight. Would I give my world for a lullaby and a kiss from baby? only one. —Mary C. Ames

It's mostly this visual chaos, so opposed to order and simplicity that I suddenly, perhaps with a little guilt, remember my promise to simplify my life. As I made that promise, I had in mind the image of the ancient Greek subsisting on a piece of spicy cheese, thick bread, a handful of sun-warmed olives, and a little diluted wine; a man who spoke of good, truth and beauty with solemn joy, playing clear music in a jungle clearing. But I sense the absence of hills clad in myrtle and thyme; From the Great Mother came the Red Sea of ​​Homer. Good resolutions, it seems, require good settings. —chico vanderhaeghe

We cry,
tears of blood,
We cry,
desperate, crying,
We cry;
the sun stole forever
the light of your eyes
We don't see your face anymore
We don't hear your voice anymore
nor your loving gaze
take care of your people. —jane bierhorst

She flashes a quick smile, then squeezes my hand tighter, gripping me like she's afraid someone will come and tear us apart.
"Will you face all this with me?" The world narrows, the sounds of the approaching search party fade away, the lights around us dim until it's just her and me, our breath condenses and mixes with the cold air. He stole my voice, this girl in my arms, and for a moment I can't answer. I have to pull myself together, try to remember how I breathe.
"Always." Your smile is like the sunrise.
"Then you should kiss me while you can, Major Merendsen." It may be a while before the next opportunity.Amie Kaufman

Isaac's face lit up. The phrase literally came true for him, for his cheeks and the tip of his nose glowed pink and his blue eyes suddenly flooded with light like sapphires in the sun. In the land of his mind, the advancing shadows halted and vanished like swampy mists as a sudden wind rose from the sea. It was glowing and the Dean felt a pang of sadness. What would this man have been, what would he have done if the sufferings of his childhood had not torn him from the truth? But maybe he wouldn't have been Bella's fairy man without her. These distortions sometimes emit poison, sometimes honey. It depended on what was in a man's heart. —Elisabeth Gouge

Some women cry easily. The tears fall gently like fragrant raindrops in a sun shower, leaving the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry a lot, and all the beauty in them collapses in agony. —Gregorio David Roberts

Finally the work was finished. Everything went dark. Tears streamed down her face. When I looked up at the sky, there was nothing but darkness there too. Ruin and death, he thought, cover everything. Man's life ends in the grave. Worms devour us. It seems to me that there must now be a great solar and lunar eclipse, and that the startled orb must yawn--Virginia Woolf

Every moment of your life, every decision and every circumstance has paved a path to this moment," Mom said. “You are always exactly where you should be at the perfect moment. You can always trust him. When it's dark and when it's light. For those moments when you scream at the sky or turn your face to receive the sun's heat, you can count on it. —Ted Decker

I also like canoeing and I suppose you will smile when I tell you that I like it especially on moonlit nights. I cannot, however, see the moon rising behind the pines in the sky and gliding gently across the sky, giving us a bright path to follow; but I know she's there, and as I lie down between the pillows and dip my hand in the water, I imagine feeling the glitter of her clothes as she walks by. Sometimes a daring little fish slips through my fingers, and often a water lily presses timidly on my hand. When we emerge from the shelter of a cove or cove, I often suddenly become aware of the vastness of the air around me. A glowing warmth seems to envelop me. Whether it comes from sun-warmed trees or from water I can never find out. I had the same strange feeling even in the heart of the city. I've felt it on cold and windy days and at night. It's like the kiss of warm lips on my cheek. —Helen Keller

Helen opened her eyes and looked up at the bright blue sky. Was it crazy, she wondered, to be grateful for moments like this in a world of atomic bombs, concentration camps and gas chambers like now? People are still tearing themselves apart. There was still murder, famine, rioting in Poland, Palestine, India, God knows where else. Britain itself was bankrupt and in decline. It would be a kind of idiocy or selfishness to want to indulge in nonsense: alongside the Regent's Park Band; Of the sun on your face, of the thorns of grass under your heels, of the turbulent beer moving in your veins, of your lover's secret intimacy? Or were those little things all you had? Shouldn't they be preserved? To make little crystal beads that you could keep like charms on a bracelet to ward off the next threat? —Sarah water

Tall, broad shouldered, every inch of him seemed muscled, he was a man endowed with power. He stood in a dusty ray of sunshine, his silver hair glistening. As if her delicately pointed ears and slightly elongated canines weren't enough to startle everyone in this alley, including the now-insane whimpering behind Celaena, she has an evil-looking tattoo etched onto the left side of her stern face. . , the swirls of black ink on her sun-kissed skin. —Sarah J. Maas

Jesus must have had the hands of a man. He was a carpenter, the Bible tells us. I know a few carpenters, and they have big hands, all muscular and weathered, with nicks and calluses from the woodworking, along with hardware and sheer willpower. In my opinion, Jesus is not a thin man with fair hair and eyes who looks like he could be blown over by a strong breeze, as is sometimes portrayed in art and film. I see him as robust, with a strong physique, strong legs and muscular arms. He has a mop of black curls and an untrimmed beard, and his face is tanned and wrinkled from working in the sun. And his hands, hands that hammered nails, sawed wood, sanded the earth and held the children he greeted. Hands that washed the feet of his disciples, broke bread for them and poured out wine. Hands carrying a heavy cross through the streets of Jerusalem and then nailed to it. Those were a pair of men's hands. —Cathleen Falsani

I don't believe in junk food and I protect my face from the sun all the time, even in winter with foundation and makeup. —joan collins

Thomas More, the Lord Chancellor, first put his signature on all articles against Wolsey. You say that a strange claim has been added to your order. The cardinal is accused of whispering in the king's ear and breathing in his face; Since the cardinal has smallpox, he wanted to infect our monarch. Hearing that, he thinks, imagines living in the Lord Chancellor's head. Imagine writing such an indictment and getting it printed, distributing it in court and in the kingdom, and posting it wherever people believe anything. put it there, for the shepherds on the hills, for the Tyndale ploughman, for the beggar in the streets, and the patient animal in his barn or barn; Outside, to the icy winter winds, the weak morning sun and the snowdrops in the London gardens. —Hilary Kaminsims

Who owns Cross Creek? The red birds, I think, more so than me because they will have their nests even against overdue mortgages. It seems to me that land can be borrowed but not bought. It can be used but not owned. It is given in response to love and affection, offering its blossom and seasonal fruit. But we are tenants, not owners, lovers, not masters. Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secret of the seed, and above all to the weather...
—Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Laugh, O stream, from your green bed, / where you lie in the embrace of the sun; / And speak to the reeds that bend over you / To touch your dimpled face...phoebe cary

There are people whose death pains you with grief. And then there are the people whose deaths prevent the sun from rising, deaths that darken the walls of every room you walk past, deaths that send storm clouds and howls around your head so you can't hear the music and can't. listen to them .achieved. Don't recognize your furniture or your own face in the mirror. —Marisa Santos

Kidnap me and take me with you. Throw me on the back of your bike and show me what it's like to have the wind on your face and the sun on your skin, day after day. If it's like that then it must be heaven on earth. —CM. Stunich

This was her soul incarnate, her truth, naked under the blazing sun, without mystery or shadow. That was the truth behind the pretty face and miraculous powers, the truth that was the dead empty space between the stars, a desert inhabited by terrified monsters. —Leigh Bardugo

Seen from within, the avenue, the shops in front, the street going at right angles, the trapezium of the sky visible above the lower buildings become another place, strangely peaceful, through the tinted windows, a desert or the inland sea. Sometimes, when you fall asleep face down in the sun, your dreams take on that quality of otherworldly glowing darkness. ("News") -John Crowley

Other people must be destroyed. In order for it to truly face the sun, the world itself must be destroyed... -Yukio Mishima

When I was a little girl fishing for salmon with my father in Juan de Fuca Sound, Washington state, I was always leaning over the water, trying, at my own face, at the reflection of the boat, at the looking out at the sun and the darkness. . . , as far as the fish swam safely. I have devised beautiful songs and hopeful words to entice the fish to take my bait. I thought they would if I asked kindly, patiently, and with the right amount of hope. That's how I write my poems. I used the stuff and the people in my life as bait. —Tess Gallagher

Barnet was a man of a rich capacity for misery, and there is no doubt that he now exercised it to the full. The events which transpired, so to speak, within half an hour of that day showed in their arrangement that curious refinement of cruelty which so often emerges from the womb of the capricious god also known as Blind Circumstance. That his few minutes of hope between reading the first and second letters propelled him to extraordinary heights of ecstasy now proves the immensity of his suffering. The sun shining on her face would have shown a keen observer that somehow a horizontal line was forming in the smoothness of her forehead that had never been seen before, but would never disappear. Her eyes, a pale hazel color, had a strange look that can only be described by the word pain; the sadness that seemed to belong to them was largely mixed with the surprise of a surprised man. —Thomas Hardy

We drove slowly, neither of us speaking, and we drove out of the marina, through Venice and along the beach. It was automatic direction, movements without conscious thought or direction, movement without goal or purpose. Pike was crouched in the passenger seat, his face obscured by the bright sun, his dark glasses somehow melted and angry. It's not good to see Joe Pike angry. It's better to see a lion attack up close. It's better to hear someone yell: Come in! —Robert Crais

It happened the day you took me to that house in Bryanston Square, he said. Or even before that, when you bought me tea. We were standing in the sun and you closed your eyes and I looked at your face... I think it was over, Julia. —Sarah water

I watched as he burned down his tent and cleaned his parents' graves... in silence he covered his mouth with his hand, took one last look at his beautiful hunting ground and sadly turned his face to the setting sun. —George Catlin

And when it dies, cut it into little stars, and the face of the sky will be so beautiful that everyone will fall in love with the night and pay no attention to the roaring sun. —William Shakespeare

I stumbled out from under the archway onto the wide lawn. The sun was blinding me and I wanted to punch him in the face. And the thought of it made me laugh. Then my laugh turned to laughter. I was laughing so hard that tears were running down my face. My neck was wet and I was out of breath and I fell to the ground under a tree on the far corner of campus laughing madly and wriggling in the grass, clinging to my sides because they hurt, dammit, but it's so much fun made . —Michelle Hodkin

Tears streamed down her face for the first time in years. But now they were for him. He didn't care about the movement of mouth, eyes and hands. I wanted him to care and he couldn't care less. Because it was gone and could never come back. The doors were closed, the sun had set, and there was nothing quite like the gray beauty of weathering steel. Even the pain he should have endured was left in the land of illusion, of youth, of life's riches, where his winter dreams blossomed.
"A long time ago," he said, "a long time ago there was something inside me, but now that thing is gone. Now this thing is gone, this thing is gone I can't cry cautious. That won't come back. -F. Scott Fitzgerald

In 1984, George Orwell wrote about a world where the only color you could find was that of billboards. This is the case in North Korea. Images of Kim Il-sung are rendered in vivid color. Yellow and orange rays emanate from his face: it is the sun. —Barbara Demick

Because like in the middle of the night children are arrested
to crowds of terrors, so sometimes during the day
they are afraid of things that should no longer concern us
What ghosts that scare children in the dark.
This fear, this night of the spirit must be dissipated
not by the rays of the sun, nor by the bright spears of the day,
but in view of nature and its laws. —Tito Lucrecio Caro

I ran home in Mayagüez with a cone of melted ice we call Piraqua seeping sweet and sticky down my face and arms, the sun in my eyes breaking through the clouds and onto the rain-soaked sidewalk and dripping leaves seemed. . . He ran for joy, an overwhelming joy that came simply from gratitude at being alive. Along with the image, memory carried these words from a child's mind through time: I am blessed. In this life I am truly blessed. —sonia sotomayor

wheat face. Medium sized dark eyes flank a straight nose. He wore his hair long like most of the men and women of Meluhan. The head wore a majestic crown with the sun symbol of the Suryavanshis manifested through brilliant gems in the center. His attire consisted of an elegantly draped dhoti and an angvastram over his right shoulder. A host of functional jewelry, including two pendants on her right arm, complemented Daksha's average appearance. His only distinguishing feature was his smile, which carried his innocent conviction into his eyes. Emperor Daksha appeared to be a man who took his kingship lightly. 'Yes -amischer tripathi

And with that, Umasi stooped and threw Zyid's lifeless body over his shoulder, stoically bearing the glaring burden in silence. Slowly and solemnly, the two brothers turned to face the heat and glare of the rising sun together for the last time. —isamu fukui

Bran had told himself a hundred times how much he hated hiding here in the dark, how much he wished to see the sun again, to ride a horse.
Your horse through wind and rain. But now that the time had come, he was afraid. He felt safe in the dark; when you couldn't
Even when he found his own hand in front of his face, it was easy to believe that no enemy could find it either. —Jorge R. R. Martin

he never left you Your soul is so great that, like the earth, it can think in its innocence: "I no longer feel my lover's warmth on my face." Poor and always holding a continent in the light? God cannot leave us. It's just that our soul is so big that we don't always feel His lips on the veil. —Saint Catherine of Siena

The dove flying under the sun just seems to shine like silver, but only those who have waited a long time to discover its hidden face will see its true gold, or rather, the color of bright orange. —Humberto Eco

At the center of our being is a point of nothingness, untouched by sin and illusion, a point of pure truth, a point or spark that belongs entirely to God, never at our call where God wills. . . , inaccessible to the fantasies of our own minds or the brutalities of our own will. This patch of nothingness and absolute poverty is the pure glory of God within us. His name is inscribed in us, so to speak, as our poverty, as our neediness, as our dependency, as our descent. It is like a pure diamond shining in the invisible light of heaven. It's in everyone, and if we could see it, we'd see those billions of points of light coming together on the face, and the glow of a sun that would make all the darkness and cruelty of life disappear completely... I don't have any program for this vision. It has just been given. But Heaven's Gate is everywhere. —Thomas Merton

Hug Do you want to go to my garden? to hold our hands? Will we ever break up if we ever grow old? Will you stay with me when evil appears? Life writes its own rules, sometimes with unpleasant surprises. When the sun stops smiling on my face Will your love be stronger While I'm dreaming of your embrace? A poem by Karen Lyons Kalmenson —David Mezzapelle

She blew a warm breeze across his face and stroked his hair and held him in a warm mist and he felt her nonthreatening presence. He looked down and saw her tear-streaked face, no one could reach him in his pain, but she could. He saw her and kissed her goodbye. She flew into a fog in a white dress with wings and whispered in his ear: “Please don't cry, I'm in a better place. The marriage was forever. Love and life were forever. My body died but my soul died. "live forever". Eternity." (Katie)
"The rain suddenly stopped and the gray sky cleared to a brilliant blue and a bright warm orange sun came out to show their appreciation. A perfect blue sky stayed on the dark winter day until after the ceremony and the sleet and rain started again and the dark sky reappeared as the hearse pulled away.Annett J. dunlea

I can only stay in the sun for 15 minutes before I burn. I put sunscreen on my face every day. If I walk on the sunny side of the road, I walk on the dark side. I feel very uncomfortable in the sun. —Julianne Moore

Kuntaw died on the most beautiful day in a thousand years. The October air was sweet and every breath a pleasure. The wind stirred and said, "Our wind is catching up with me here." A small cloud was forming to the west. "Our little cloud is coming toward me." Hours passed and the small cloud formed a dark wall and drew closer. A drop fell, another, many, and Kuntaw said, "Our rain wets my face." His people approached him, widened his eyes, and he said, "Well... what...". The sun came out, the bright world shone, whispering, flowing current, streaked blades of grass, what was the nimble rustle of a loose branch. what what now Kuntaw opened his mouth, said nothing, letting the sunlight flood in. —Annie Proulx

My stories are about gas chambers, shootings, electric fences, torture, blazing sun, psychological abuse and the constant threat of death. But they are also stories of faith, hope, triumph and love. They are stories of perseverance, loyalty, courage in the face of overwhelming odds and never giving up! —Lívia Bitton-Jackson

On the day Countess Carolina married Fantoni, only one other living person knew she was going blind and it wasn't her fiancé.
It wasn't because he hadn't warned her.
"I'm going blind," she said to her mother in the comfortable gloom of the family carriage, her eyes still sparkling with tears from the scorching winter sun. At that moment his peripheral vision was gone. Carolina felt her mother take her hand, but she had to turn to see her face. As she did so, her mother kissed her, her own eyes full of pity.
"I was in love too," she said, looking away. —Carey Wallace

So, I said, when does the enchantment begin? We sat next to each other with a view of the mountains. "It began when the earth was born." His eyes were closed. His face was golden in the setting sun. "It never stops. Yes, always. It's here. -Jerry Spinelli

I've always hated the morning, it's too responsible an hour, with the daylight demanding that I be "faced" and (usually when I wake up because I wake up late) with the sun already high and dominates the world with little hope from anyone who usurps or challenges your authority. A ray of light in the face of an awake poor human and another slave limping injured in the area occupied by the light. —marco janet

In early June, the sun stood high for nearly two hours in Providence, Rhode Island, illuminating the bright bay and smokestacks of the Narragansett Electric plant and rising like the sun on the Brown University seal that adorns every pennant and banner stamped, with the campus hanging above it. ., a sun with a cunning face, representing knowledge. but this sun
that of providence
it made the metaphorical sun better, because the founders of the university, in their Baptist pessimism, chose to represent the cloud-shrouded light of knowledge, indicating that ignorance had not yet been expelled from the human realm, while the real sun was now breaking broke through cloud cover, sending devastating rays of light overhead and giving parent squads who've been soaked and frozen all weekend hope that unseasonal weather wouldn't ruin the day's activities. —Jeffrey Eugenides

Happiness. With every breath. In every moment. With every rotation of the flower towards the sun. In every stream of juice that pulls my chin from fruit so sweet. inside In the cool of the night as He walks beside us and His laughter rises above the river as He rejoices in our wonder of this place He has given us. Quiet. In the light of the stars. Call out a hymn of joy that makes the earth tremble and the birds fly. —For Alanna Rus

Did you hurt Uncle Kisten? he asked. (...) but Kisten beat me to it. "Just my heart, Audric," he said. “Miss Rachel is like the sun. See how she shines there with the wind in her hair and the fire in her eyes? You can't catch the sun. You can only feel her touch on your face. And if you catch them too much, the burnKim Harrison

It's a beautiful morning, the sun is shining and the flowers are smiling. A sweet breeze kisses my face while a hot cup of coffee warms my heart and awakens my spirit. The primal songs of the sea waves calm my soul. I am not on earth; I am in heaven on earth. —Untere Mridha

May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm on your face. May the rain fall gently on your fields, and until we meet again, may the Lord hold you in the palm of his hand. irish blessing -Janice Thompson

I ducked under the rough lintel and there he sat outside on a rock, his gray eyes dancing in amusement as they fell on my astonished features. He was thin and weatherbeaten but fair and alert, with a square face tanned by the sun and weatherworn by the wind. In his tweed suit and cloth cap he looked like any other tourist from the moor, and he had planned, with that feline love of personal cleanliness that was a characteristic of him, that his chin should be just as smooth and his linen just as perfect. as if it were on Baker Street. —Arthur Conan Doyle

The gospel gives everything. justification of our guilt. Sanctification to deconstruct our false ideals. Acceptance by the red face of our secret shame. And suddenly, instead of the raw emotions constantly turning against us and hitting us like a penny in a clothes dryer, the sun can now come up in a truly perfect storm in the morning as God's grace nurtures a new passion in us. for Him, and passion responds by nourishing us with even more grace - a revitalizing bath in which the only water that enters our hearts is from the fountain of living water and fills our once guilty and shamed hearts with pure joy , acceptance and freedom met. Let it Rain -Matt Chandler

You have to lie down."
Even though he couldn't see my face, I frowned. "How is that supposed to help?"
“Bounce sex is just what you need right now, dirty and sweaty sex to calm your frustration. In fact, I have the perfect guy in mind-"
I stood up quickly when I heard a solid thump. I looked out the window and saw Kacey's tanned face, her sunglasses perched on the long tip of her nose, her baby blue eyes fixed on me.
I put my hand on my racing heart. "You're an idiot".
"Female dog?"
"Not you, Jayne. I jumped out of my bed. "Kay and Ty are here."
"Talk bad and your sexy butt will definitely show."Elisabeth Morgan

So the inmates who tarred the roof of the Tin Works in 1950 sat in a row at ten o'clock on the penultimate day of work on a spring morning, drinking Black Label beer from The Toughest Screw That Ever. took a walk in Shawshank prison. The beer was warm but it was still the best beer I've ever had. We sat and drank and felt the sun on our shoulders and not even the half-amusement, half-contemptuous look on Hadley's face, as if she saw monkeys drinking beer instead of humans, could spoil it. This beer break lasted twenty minutes, and in those twenty minutes we felt like free men. We could drink beer and tar the roof of one of our own houses. —Stephen King

This moon, which heaven has not even seen in dreams, has returned
And he brought a fire that no water can quench.
See the house of the body and see mine. Soul,
This drunk and the other devastated by the cup of his love.
When the landlord of the tavern became my faithful companion,
My blood became wine and my heart became kabab.
As your eyes fill with thoughts of him, a voice comes:
Well done, jug, and bravo, wine!
Love's fingers tear, root and sprout,
Every house where the rays of the sun of love fall.
When suddenly my heart saw the sea of ​​love
He left me and jumped in and yelled, 'Find me.'
The face of Shamsi Din, the glory of Tabriz, is the sun
In whose wake hearts move like clouds -Rumi

Peter clenched his hands into fists at his sides. "Kiss me," he said.
She slowly leaned into him until his face was too close to focus on. Her hair fell like a curtain over Peter's shoulders and her eyes closed. It smelled of autumn cider, the slanting sun and the crackling of the approaching cold. She could feel her heart pounding, trapped within the confines of her own body.
Josie's lips landed squarely on the edge of his, almost on his cheek and not quite on his mouth. "I'm glad I'm not stuck here alone," she said sheepishly, and he tasted the words sweet as mint on his breath. —Jodi Picoult

Every winter, when the great sun turns its face, the earth sinks into a vale of sorrow and fasts and weeps and drapes itself in sabers, rots its bridal wreaths, and then leaps into spring to receive your kisses of return. —Carlos Kingsley

When I saw your face for the first time I thought that the sun was rising in your eyes and that the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and empty sky, my love. —Ewan MacColl

Why should we live on the hillside and be shrouded in mist when we could have a clear sky and a bright sun above us if we would climb higher and walk in the light of his countenance? —Alexander McLaren

Turn them into stars and form a constellation in your picture. Your face will make the sky so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget the rays of the sun. —William Shakespeare

Life isn't about the precious moments, it's also about the difficult ones. Just knowing that you wake up every day with sunlight in your eyes. And end with the cool breeze on your face as you slowly reflect on the day gone by. —Mutter Teresa

The sun had driven away the morning fog and low clouds that had gripped the city, and now it was a glorious autumn day. Warm sunlight caressed her face while the cool sea breeze brought the sound of seagulls and the smell of salt. He remembered the searing pain he had felt when he thought he would not see the day, and the horror and panic that had gripped him when rough hands had laid him on the gallows returned. Erik felt a choking sensation in his chest and suddenly, unable to control himself, he began to cry. Room-Raymond E. Feist

Moses spent so much time face to face with the Lord that his own face began to change and shine like the sun. He had to cover himself with a cloak because the Israelites could not resist the splendor of holiness. The direct presence of Yahweh transforms the human being into a divine being. "Was Moses made a god?" – As the son of God. Bene ha Elohim. But it was only a preview because it would disappear over time. Maria put things in order. – Then the sons of God are the saints who surround the chariot of the throne of Yahweh Elohim, and they are a myriad. "Ten thousand of ten thousand." They are the Divines who exercised the law of Yahweh on Sinai. They are direct creations of Yahweh and in his presence they glow with holiness. —Brian Godawa

In all of Gabriel's life, he couldn't remember his brother giving even the prettiest Shadowhunter girl a second look. However, he looked at this scarred worldly servant as if she were the rising sun. It was inexplicable, but also undeniable. he could see that
the horror on his brother's face as Sophie's good opinion of him was shaken before his eyes. —Kassandra Clara

It is an outline of clouds moving across the sky at sunset in the shape of a woman. The woman appears to be jumping or running as the sun sets in the background. Below is the sea roaring with its movement; and the hills and mountains that disappear behind him. Margot looks at him, her face opening in all possible directions. —Nicole Y. Dennis-Benn

If a man dreams that he committed a sin from which the sun hid his face, one can often guess that out of sheer forgetfulness he wore a red tie or brown boots with an evening dress. —Arthur tut

You're a good Irishman, aren't you? When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irish... let me think. Yes..." Vishou's eyes became serious and in a cracked voice he said: "May the road oppose you. May the wind always be in your favor. May the sun shine warmly on your face and the rain fall gently on your fields. And... my dear friend... until we meet again, may the Lord hold you in the palm of his hand. —JR Ward

She could now picture herself in the cool water with the sun on her face, totally alone and at peace with the stunning Greek landscape around her. She hadn't been here a full day, but she desperately wanted to feel separated from her familiar surroundings and all her responsibilities and become a different, liberated woman, even if it was only for a week. —Stephanie Wood

She smiled. "I don't know it. Sometimes I wonder too. Then you touch my face with your scarred hand and read my mind. Your eyes know me the wind, or myself, because I have no more sense than to love a man who doesn't even have a bed to slip into at night, and sometimes I curse you, because you take my name in a way you said like no one else has Kingdom I will speak and I will hear until I die. Then," she added while he looked at her in silence, "how can I leave you?Patricia A. McKillip

Soon we saw something strange: there were no clouds, the sun was setting in a clear golden sky. As soon as the lower edge of the red disc came to rest on the high fields on the horizon, a great black shape suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We jump to our feet and stare at her intently. Eventually we realized what it was. On some farm in the highlands a plow had been left in the field. The sun was setting right behind him. Magnified from afar by horizontal light, it stood out against the Sun, precisely enclosed in the circle of the disk; Thighs, tongue, sides - black against molten red. There it was, heroic in size, an image written in the sun. Until -Willa Kather

After that they sat for a few moments in friendly silence while the sun set in its downward arc in the west and long shadows began to cast across the face of the city. —Scott Lynch

But as the sun continued to sink, his eyes were not drawn to the horizon. She watched Lily stand on the dock and enjoy the golden ritual while her auburn hair fell out of her ponytail and framed her face with messy abandon.
That's the view I need to be happy, he said.
The irony was exquisite. Because that's what he whispered to himself every time he saw her.
And he couldn't do anything about it. —elyse mady

Sitting on the windowsill, she watched the dismal sun bathing the caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn't have it. Why did she always feel like she had something to do with beauty? —Ann Bra shares

You can no more face fate than you can face the sun, and yet fate is gray.Henrique Barbusse

and while you
Livelier, dear Kate, take a simple type and
apolitical permanence; because he absolutely has to make you
true because he does not have the gift of courting others
Places: for those companions of the infinite language who
They can rhyme in girly favors, they do
always reason. The! He
the speaker is only a gossip; A rhyme is just a ballad. TO
the sound leg will fall; the straight back will bend; He
the black beard turns white; a rolled pie will rise
Bald; the beautiful face will wither; a full eye wax
hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the
Moon; or rather the sun and not the moon; For this
shines and never changes but keeps it
specific course. If you want one, get it.
My; and take me, take a soldier; take a soldier
Get a king and then what do you say to my love?
speak, my beautiful beauty, I beg you -William Shakespeare

When the sun first rises, the rays cover the peaks of the green mountains that face east, and the world cannot stop the sunrise: some are so close to heaven that the eternal sun has begun a day of eternal glory to bring her. ; the rays that come from his face seated on the throne so golden on their souls that there is no way of disturbing the peace or preventing the daylight in their souls. —Samuel Rutherford

That night the rain had stopped and he went out into the street and called the dog. He called and called. Standing in this inexplicable darkness. Where there was no sound anywhere but the wind. After a while he sat down on the street. He took off his hat and put it on the track in front of him and bowed his head and covered his face with his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the East turned gray and after a while the right divine sun rose again for everyone and without distinction. —Cormac McCarthy

A sunrise is a wonderful miracle, but the sun never really rises. It is the earth turning towards the sun. Life can also be a wondrous miracle, but like Earth, we need to keep our eyes on brighter things. —Richelle E. Goodrich

A lone figure stood in the crumbling brick door, the sun casting its rays over the treetops.
She wore a plain white dress. Her hair was also white and fell freely to her shoulders. His face was aged, but not excessively. He appeared to be in his sixties. She looked at us and waved her arm towards the church.
"Don't you want to come in?Amanda Carlsson

In two hundred years she had that, right? he thought madly, he stood before this portrait in the National Portrait Gallery and furiously denied the truth it showed. Ellen MacKenzie was looking at her as before; long and majestic neck, slanted eyes showing a humor that didn't quite touch the delicate mouth. It wasn't a reflection at all; Ellen's forehead was high, narrower than Brianna's, and her chin was round, not pointed, her whole face a little softer and less bold in its features. But the resemblance was there, and strong enough to be startling; broad cheekbones and lush red hair were the same. And around her neck she wore a string of pearls, threads of gold that glittered in the soft spring sun. —Diana Gabaldon

On her cheeks were the brown spots of the benevolent skin cancer brought by the sun reflected in the tropical sea. The spots ran down the sides of his face and his hands were badly scarred from handling heavy fish on the ropes. But none of these scars were new. They were as old as erosion in a fishless desert. —Ernest Hemingway,

So, when you can look at everything without letting pleasure penetrate you: a face, a bird, the color of a sari, the beauty of a expanse of water shining in the sun, or anything that gives you pleasure when you look without able to want When the experience is repeated there is no pain, no fear and therefore immense joy. It's the struggle to repeat and continue the pleasure that turns it into pain. See it in yourself. The same demand for repeating pleasure brings pain because it's not the same as yesterday. You aspire to attain the same joy, not only in your aesthetic sense, but in the same inner quality of mind, and you are hurt and disappointed at being denied this. —Jiddu Krishnamurti

One afternoon James and I watched the sun fly across the sky like a flaming basketball until it fell all the way down and landed with a splash in Benjamin Lake, shaking the ground and even waking Lester FallsApart who thought it was his father, who would come home. Slap him in the face again. —sherman alexie

When two sides that are considered enemies meet in an armed struggle, they are no longer enemies for the moment. They are humans faced with the same two choices their ancestors made centuries before them: destroy one another or thrive together. —Tomás Hünh

When one is totally surrendered, watching the loved one sleep can be a hideous experience. Perhaps some of you have known that paralysis when you look at features closed to your scrutiny, locked away from you where you can never enter another person's mind. As I said, for those of us who surrender, this is a horror. You know in those moments that you don't exist except in terms of that face, that personality. When that face closes, that personality loses itself in its own unknowable world, one feels utterly useless. A planet without a sun spinning in the dark. —Clive Barker

Thighs of flesh instead of steel, his loins caked with the dampness of her passion. Her face is dark, the sun behind her, but he sees red flames dying in her multifaceted eye sockets. She smiles and he sees the sunlight glistening on strips of metal.and Simmons

The Consul looked at the sun. But he had lost the sun: it wasn't his sun. Like the truth, it was almost impossible to face her; he didn't want to approach her, let alone sit in her light and face her. —Malcom Lowry

An impressive man stood behind him in the doorway: maybe sixty-five years old, with white hair. His hair was the only thing that looked old about him; He was almost 1.80 m tall, had a handsome, slim, suntanned face, a slim, athletic build, wore a blue jacket over a white cotton shirt and tan trousers. He radiated health and vitality. His hands were huge. —Douglas Preston

I press my face against the window and think: there will never be a day like this again. This day will end. Everything is passing me by with frightening speed, and although I recognize the gleam of the trees and the gleam of the sun, I am far away. It scares me and bothers me. —Kate Mulgrew

The white face of winter's day slid forward, shrouded in an icy mist; and the dark ships in the river slowly turned into black substances; and the sun, crimson in the eastern marshes behind masts and dark yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had burned down. —Charles Dickens

Tania… where did you get all those freckles from?” she asked softly. "I know they're so annoying. It's the sun,” she replied, blushing and touching her face as if to rub the freckles that covered the bridge of her nose and spread beneath her eyes. Please stop looking at me, she thought, terrified of his eyes and terrified of her own heart. "What about your blonde hair?" she continued just as gently. "Is that also the sun? —Paulina Simons

He put an arm around the Prophet's neck and the Prophet buried his face in Doc's shoulder as Doc said, "It's not fair. I know it's not like that. "How don't you know?" "How do I know the sun will rise in the morning?" "Shit," the Daily Prophet muttered into Doc's shoulder. "Disabled haters." Doc rubbed the back of his neck but made no move to let go. And the Prophet agreed with that. "Shall I tell him?" finally asked Doc. "Yes. But you can't." God, she was safe here with Doc. And the Daily Prophet wanted her to be just as safe with Tommy. . . and it was, except for this problem. Which he hadn't given Tommy a chance to deal with. "I can be with you. I'll answer any questions you have so you don't have to.” The Prophet lifted his head. "Yes, I understand you're trying to make it easier for me, but fuck it, it's not going to work. I can't pretend nothing is helping." "Not pretending is the first step. —SE Jakes

Like an animal. As if humans weren't animals. He tried to give him a face. His eyes betrayed the chaos in his heart, the turmoil raging inside him. His eyes would be so black they would glow blue in the sun. —Benjamin Alire Saenz

Diana's eyes widened and her resolve tightened. Some days, she decided, freedom meant the wind in her hair and the sun on her face and lips swollen from forbidden kisses.
And other days freedom meant killing an eel. —slim tessa