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Quotations about the Sun,
Sunbeams, Sunlight, Sunshine
Like a saffron avalanche,
Filtering through the sylvan gauze
As a frozen topaz thaws,
Lay, in puddles on the moss,
Golden solar, apple-sauce...
~Tom Prideaux (1908–1993), "The Sun-Shunner," c.1924
...there has been a violent storm and rain.... This morning shone as bright as if it meant to make up for all the dismalness of the past days. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, journal, 1841 October 7th
And see, a port-hole in the clouds, the blue revealing,
A sun-beam, like a maiden, coyly forth is stealing...
~J. J. Britton (1832–1913), "Sun and Shade"
The sun is a luminous shield
Borne up the blue path
By a god;
The moon is the torch
Of an old man
Who stumbles over stars.
~Eda Lou Walton, "The Lights," c.1919
The sun is a great source of blood-vitality, it streams strength into us. ~D. H. Lawrence (1885–1930), Apocalypse, 1931
In any land what is there more glorious than sunlight! Even here in the desert, where it falls fierce and hot as a rain of meteors, it is the one supreme beauty to which all things pay allegiance. The beast and the bird are not too fond of its heat and as soon as the sun is high in the heavens they seek cover in the canyons; but for all that the chief glory of the desert is its broad blaze of omnipresent light. ~John C. Van Dyke, The Desert, 1901
The sun lay like a friendly arm across her square shoulders. It seemed to her that she had been chilled, year on year, and that now for the first time she was warmed through to her marrow. Spring after the snapping viciousness of February... ~Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, "Gal Young Un," 1932
See the sunbeams on the flowers,
Dancing brightly all the day;
Peeping through the baby bowers,
Having many things to say.
~Ouina (Cora L. V. Scott Richmond), given through her Medium "Water Lily," "Sunbeams," Ouina's Canoe, 1882
There is a beautiful sun,—one of those misty suns that make walking agreeable and sadness less burdensome. ~Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid, 1900, translated from the French by Benjamin R. Tucker
I reckon the hours
by the journey of sunlight
across the room's floor.
~Cave Outlaw (1900–1996)
The luxury of all summer's sweet sensation is to be found when one lies at length in the warm, fragrant grass, soaked with sunshine... ~Harriet E. Prescott, The Atlantic Monthly, August 1865
A light divided the swollen clouds
And lay most perfectly
Like a straight narrow footbridge bright
That crossed over the sea to me...
~Edward Thomas (1878-1917), "An Old Song II"
From out yon nimbus cloud, the mighty sun
Sweeps o'er the raptured woods his golden beams,
And wakens in my soul such dulcet chords
As harp or breathing organ never swelled.
~James Rigg, "The Poet's Ramble in October," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
Here, he could exist; "but mere existence is not enough," he sighed; "to live, one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower!" ~Hans Christian Andersen, "The Butterfly," translated by Caroline Peachey
I am still a regular lizard in my love for the sunshine... ~Kate Trimble Sharber (b.1883), At the Age of Eve, 1911
How strange it is, when life is bursting with light and strength, renewing itself every day in color and freshness, that we should sunder ourselves from these great sources of power. With all the treasures of earth at hand, we coop ourselves in narrow causeways where even a sudden knife-edge of bright sunlight is a matter of joyful surprise. Why do we grudge ourselves the embraces of "Our brother and good friend the Sun?" ~Christopher Morley (1890–1957), "A Slice of Sunlight," Travels in Philadelphia, 1920
Sunbeams joy-pierce clouds. ~Terri Guillemets
All its being belted
With a glory bright,
While into heaven it melted
In a dream of light.
Never more glance crossed it
In the sky-heart far,
But where I had lost it
Shone the evening star.
~"The Cloud," Excelsior: Helps to Progress in Religion, Science, and Literature, Vol. VI, edited by James Hamilton, 1856
The warm sun charges life with glory, and makes me breathe deep and rejoice. ~Laura L. Livingstone (Herbert Dickinson Ward), Lauriel: The Love Letters of an American Girl, 1901
The sun a round and golden ghost,
The moon the shadow he has lost...
~Humbert Wolfe, "Opals and Amber," Shylock Reasons with Mr. Chesterton and Other Poems, 1920
Let plenty of sunshine into your home. Let plenty of it into your working-quarters. Occasionally give your whole body a sun bath. Few of us really appreciate the soothing, strengthening power of sunshine. ~H. Addington Bruce, Nerve Control and How to Gain It, 1918
For thou art glorious! when, from thy pavilion
Thou lookest forth at morning; flinging wide
Its curtain-clouds of purple and vermillion,
Dispensing light and life on every side;
Brightening the mountain cataract, dimly spied
Through glittering mist, opening each dew-gemm'd flower,
Or touching, in some hamlet, far descried,
Its spiral wreaths of smoke that upward tower,
While birds their matins sing from many a leafy bower.
~Bernard Barton, "To The Sun," c.1821
The low sun stares through dust of gold... ~Alexander Smith, "Glasgow"
Where the sun warmed us
With a cloak made of gold...
~Sara Teasdale, "Blue Stargrass"
Turn your face to the sun and the shadows will fall behind you. ~Maori proverb
This amber sunstream, with an hour to live,
Flows carelessly, and does not save itself...
~Mark Van Doren, "This Amber Sunstream," 1932
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! ~John Muir, The Mountains of California
To-day you shall have but little song from me,
For I belong to the sunlight.
This I would not barter for any kingdom.
~John Gould Fletcher
The sun is but a morning star. ~Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854
The most beautiful thing in nature is the sun reflected from a tearful cloud. These white and blue ribs embraced the earth. ~Henry David Thoreau, journal, 1851
See the sunbeams on the stream,
Glancing, dancing, ever bright;
See the lake, where e'er they gleam,
Grow like heaven's golden light.
~Ouina (Cora L. V. Scott Richmond), given through her Medium "Water Lily," "Sunbeams," Ouina's Canoe, 1882
I'm not a doctor and I don't know the technical terminology, but I do know that sunshine activates our happiness glands. ~Terri Guillemets
Sun spreads through the treetops like an epidemic. ~Dave Bonta, from The Morning Porch, morningporch.com
The sun works in my veins like wine, like wine! ~Amy Levy, "A Minor Poet," c.1884
Here, age on age, the mighty wood
Drank deep the sun's exhaustless flood...
~Rev. James H. Ecob, "The Dreamer and Reaper," 1889
Now, if light exercises such a power over other created beings, why should it not also have a distinct influence on the human body and mind?... It may rightly be asserted that a clear atmosphere and sunlight are most powerful in producing a genial disposition in man and therefore have a vital influence on mind and body. ~Sebastian Kneipp, Thus Shalt Thou Live: Hints and Advice for the Healthy and the Sick on a Simple and Rational Mode of Life and a Natural Method of Cure, 1889, translated from the 19th German edition
...Along my blood
Thy flame kindles...
~Arthur Davison Ficke, "A Prayer at the Summer Solstice"
November sun is sunlight poured through honey:
Old things, in such a light, grow subtle and fine.
Bare oaks are like still fire...
~Conrad Aiken, "The Charnel Rose," 1915
The kingly Sun rides in his golden chariot around the earth
With the rainbow for a cushion,
And slowly sinks behind the guardian clouds,
The turquoise sky is ready to greet him everywhere.
~Julia Cooley Altrocchi (1893–1972), "The Night," 1902, The Poems of a Child, Being Poems Written Between the Ages of Six and Ten, 1904
Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling... ~Walt Whitman
Sun... He with his eye
Makes glad, makes warm, makes light the spacious sky...
~Pierre de Ronsard (1524–1585), "Love's Perfect Power," translated by Curtis Hidden Page, 1903
I think you might dispense with half your doctors, if you would only consult Doctor Sun more, and be more under the treatment of these great hydropathic doctors, the clouds! ~Henry Ward Beecher, Royal Truths
Out in the late amber afternoon... ~Hart Crane (1899–1932), "In Shadow"
And how delicious it is to feel sunshine...!
...the sun began to play
Morning golden hour is the warm glow of the day's potential.
Evening golden hour is nature's afterglow to a day well spent.
~Terri Guillemets
In the morning we sometimes notice the scattered specks and flakes gathering together, growing and spreading into the magnificent cumulus, stacked up in gigantic heaps—Pelion piled on Ossa—till the afternoon sun glorifies a range of sky-mountains, beside whose stupendous height earth's loftiest range is dwarfed, and whose summits are white as no fuller on earth can white them. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
Then the sun's noon-splendour
Filled the cloud with light,
Though a soft and tender
Yet intensest white;
And the wanderer weary
Joyed that it was made,
For it gave to him a cheery
And a grateful shade.
~"The Cloud," Excelsior: Helps to Progress in Religion, Science, and Literature, Vol. VI, edited by James Hamilton, 1856
Sometimes, to fret the sober Sun,
She pulls the clouds across his face...
~Hannah R. Hudson, "April," The Atlantic Monthly, April 1868
Moonlight is a beautiful and comforting reminder that the sun is still out there somewhere. ~Terri Guillemets
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Rainy Day"
Moonlight is sculpture: sunlight is painting. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1838
The sun is not only a painter but a sculptor. ~Florence Nightingale, 1860
Where the sun does not go, there goes the doctor.... Watch for the sun, for life and health dwell in the sun's beams; and when it is shining, open every window in the house until it goes down again. ~"Take Sun Baths," Food, Home and Garden, November 1897, published by the Vegetarian Society of America (Philadelphia)
Passionate children of the sun—
You are one and I am one.
~Mary Carolyn Davies, "Fire of the Sun," The Drums in Our Street: A Book of War Poems, 1918
Sun,
Lay your hand upon my head.
I shall be kind to-day.
Sun, make me kind!
And lovely too —
My eyes,
And cheeks. And make me wise.
I bow my head
Low, low —
Lay your hand upon it, so.
~Mary Carolyn Davies, "A Day: I: Sun Prayer," Youth Riding, 1919
Day after day, for her, the sun
Drew semicircles smooth and high.
A week was seven domes across a desert,
And any afternoon took long to die—
Rounding the great curve downward not too fast,
Not falling; not a shadow ran away...
~Mark Van Doren, "The Difference," A Winter Diary And Other Poems, 1935
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. ~Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib, 1941
...the free winter sunshine streamed down upon him... ~Eleanor Ecob Sawyer, "Unencumbered Bachelor," 1922
I shall dance in the forest...
Now I crouch, and now I run,
And dance, and dance, and catch the sun
In one outstretched arm, and fling it high
Back, against the wall of the air!
Now it is caught in the scarf I wear!
Now it is caught in my scarf, the sky,
Like a jewelled pin, like a yellow stone!
It, too, is my own!
~Mary Carolyn Davies, "Forest Dance," Youth Riding, 1919
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