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Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.

Truth, purity, and unselfishness wherever these are present, there is no power below or above the sun to crush the possessor thereof. Equipped with these, one individual is able to face the whole universe in opposition.

Truth is hidden by the golden veil of the mundane. Pierce through this thin glittering sheath and know that you are the Sun

Very, very slowly, the dwarf remnants of what was once our mighty sun will cool and dim, until it embarks on its final metamorphosis, gradually solidifying into a crystal of extraordinary rigidity. Eventually it will fade out completely, merging quietly into the blackness of space.

Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

Warmth is to sun, as truth is to me.

unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it

Waban-aki: People from where the sun rises.

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here.

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

We are bored in the city, there is no longer any Temple of the Sun.

We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature?

We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.

We can not escape tragic roads. It is like grasping at the sun & trying to catch air. We must take one step at-a-time. Keep going.

Weave your creative threads in the dark and then when the sun hits them, they will glisten with intricate beauty.

We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be. We stop being the sun and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it.

We have conquered for ourselves a place in the sun. It will now be my task to see to it that this place in the sun remains our undisputed possession, for our future lies upon the water.

We like rain if the sun comes after it; we like night if the day comes after it; we like everything conditionally! We are conditional people!

We live under the sun, but our destiny is beyond its rising and setting.

Well, it's like that myth about the hero. He made wings out of wax so he could fly, but when he got too close to the Sun, to God, the wax melted and he crashed to the ground.

We become intoxicated with color, with words that speak of color, and with the sun that makes colors brighter.

We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.

We had the camera locked, but not the location of the sun.

We have been civilized for a thousand millennia. We have histories of hundreds of those millennia. We have tried everything. Anarchism, in all its forms, with the rest. But I have not tried it. They say there is nothing new under any sun. But if each life is not new, each single life, then why are we born?

We have this handy fusion reactor in the sky called the sun, you don't have to do anything, it just works. It shows up every day.

We're human beings and the sun is the sun - how can it be bad for you? I don't think anything that's natural can be bad for you.

We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the sun.

We're physically part of the sun. The sun gives us energy, creates our world.

We should never become despondent because the weather is bad, nor should we turn triumphalist because the sun shines.

We're putting 70 million tonnes of pollution into the atmosphere every day, trapping an enormous amount of extra heat from the sun inside the earth's atmosphere. It's threatening to push the planet past a tipping point beyond which climate change would be difficult to stop

We still like to make up stories, just as our ancestors did, which use personification to explain the great forces of our existence. Such stories, which explain how the world began or where the sun goes when it sets, we call myths. Mythology is a natural product of the symbolizing mind; poets, when not making up myths of their own, are still commanding ancient ones.

we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and ask me how

What do I miss about the UK? Sadly, almost nothing. Maybe the midnight sun, in June in the north. That's all.

What did moths bump into before the electric light bulb was invented? Boy, the lightbulb really screwed the moth up didn't it? Are there moths on their way to the sun now going, It's gonna be worth it!.

What do we plant when we plant a tree? A thousand things that we daily see, We plant the spire that out-towers the crag, We plant the staff for our country's flag; We plant the shade from the hot sun free, We plant all these when we plant the tree.

What were the glories of the sun, if we knew not the gloom of darkness?

When all you can feel are the shadows, turn your face towards the sun.

What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought?

What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

What grape to keep its place in the sun, taught our ancestors to make wine?

What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?

What the deuce is it to me?" he interrupted impatiently: "you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.

When a shy person smiles, it’s like the sun coming out.

When Honor's sun declines, and Wealth takes wings, Then Learning shines, the best of precious things.

When I get in the sun I get very tanned. You can't tell me from the native fishermen in Hawaii or Mexico.

When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering, I say to myself "Yes indeed, all that belongs to me!

When I got married, the Sun ran the headline: "Here comes the bride, all fat and wide." Luckily, it was a few days after the wedding - but it was still hideous to read at a great romantic moment.

When asked by a grumpily puzzled professor what "rules" he followed, Debussy is said to have retorted, mon plaisir "whatever I please" and he further claimed that more was to be gained by watching the sun rise than by listening to the Pastoral Symphony. Although such remarks were intended to shock, they contain a core of Debussyan verity.

When I was 17 I sent a picture up to an agency, and within a week I was in The Sun five days in a row.