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"Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." "He's the sun god," I said. "That's not what I meant."
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hot
sun
olympians
gods
thalia
percy-jackson
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Rick Riordan |
fc69efc
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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
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winter
wind
sun
summer
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Charles Dickens |
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Can you see the sunset real good on the West side? You can see it on the East side too.
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geography
sunset
sun
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S.E. Hinton |
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Love, that moves the sun and the other stars
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love
sun
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Dante Alighieri |
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He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.
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love
gaze
anna-karenina
stare
avoiding
tolstoy
flattery
sun
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Leo Tolstoy |
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Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.
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sun
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Ray Bradbury |
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By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
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sun
mother
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.
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sun
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .
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cloud
liesel
the-book-thief
max
sun
weather
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Markus Zusak |
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If you're listening to this, congratulations! You survived Doomsday. I'd like to apologize straightaway for any inconvenience the end of the world may have caused you. The earthquakes, rebellions, riots,tornadoes, floods, tsunamis, and of course the giant snake who swallowed the sun--I'm afraid most of that was our fault. Carter and I decided we should at least explain how it happened.
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humour
funny
giant-snake
ra
tsunamis
riordan
tornado
rebellious
riots
serpent
floods
earthquakes
survive
sun
snake
funny-and-random
sadie-kane
destruction
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Rick Riordan |
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I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.
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jaime-lannister
sun
sunlight
drunk
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George R.R. Martin |
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It is hard to be angry when one has seen the sun rise,' she said. It seems to be true,' he admitted. 'I wonder why.' Because it makes one feel so small and insignificant. It has been rising forever and will rise forever no matter what we do or do not do. All our problems are as nothing to the sun.
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emotion
life
philosophy
sun
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David Gemmell |
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The Love that moves the sun and the other stars.
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stars
sun
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Dante Alighieri |
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"Why's it so sunny?" she repeated. Zooey observed her rather narrowly. "I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy," he said."
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sun
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J.D. Salinger |
60dc4e0
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Our problems started in Dallas, when the fire-breathing sheep destroyed the King Tut exhibit.
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humour
funny
giant-snake
ra
tsunamis
riordan
tornado
rebellious
riots
serpent
floods
earthquakes
survive
sun
snake
funny-and-random
sadie-kane
destruction
|
Rick Riordan |
20d9330
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The fish is my friend too...I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky; he thought
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killing
man
stars
nature
moon
sun
luck
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.
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sun
sunlight
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Nora Roberts |
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Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity. Up, up, fair bride, and call Thy stars from out their several boxes, take Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make Thyself a constellation of them all; And by their blazing signify That a great princess falls, but doth not die. Be thou a new star, that to us portends Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.
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stars
light
joy
happiness
brides
brightness
jewels
phoenix
radiance
imagery
wedding
metaphors
sun
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John Donne |
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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.
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moon
sun
golden-age
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Elizabeth Coatsworth |
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Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.
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winter
syracuse
sun
weather
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion...if no one loved, the sun would go out.
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love
sun
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Victor Hugo |
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"Yes, an actual full-sized camel. If you find that confusing, just think how the criosphinx must have felt. Where did the camel come from, you ask? I may have mentioned Walt's collection of amulets. Two of them summoned disgusting camels. I'd met them before, so I was less than excited when a ton of dromedary flesh flew across my line of sight, plowed into the sphinx, and collapsed on top of it. The sphinx growled in outrage as it tried to free itself. The camel grunted and farted. "Hindenburg," I said. Only one camel could possibly fart that badly. "Walt, why in the world--?" "Sorry!" he yelled. "Wrong amulet!" The technique worked, at any rate. The camel wasn't much of a fighter, but it was quite heavy and clumsy. The criosphinx snarled and clawed at the floor, trying unsuccessfully to push the camel off; but Hindenburg just splayed his legs, made alarmed honking sounds, and let loose gas. I moved to Walt's side and tried to get my bearings."
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|
humour
funny
giant-snake
ra
tsunamis
riordan
tornado
rebellious
riots
serpent
floods
earthquakes
survive
sun
snake
funny-and-random
sadie-kane
destruction
|
Rick Riordan |
6479468
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People give flowers as presents because flowers contain the true meaning of love. Anyone tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower on a field, you will keep it forever, because the flower is part of the evening and the sunset and the smell of damp earth and the clouds on the horizon.
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passion
love
moon
soulmate
visible
witch
sun
invisible
mystery
|
Paulo Coelho |
81e2e60
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I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.
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|
nature
life
sun
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Margaret Atwood |
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"Max." Fang let go of my hand. "Right now, it's really all about--us." He swooped down to the right in a big semicircle, ending facing me. Slowly we climbed upward, until we were almost vertical, flying straight up to the sun. While carefully synchronizing our wings--they almost touched--Fang leaned in, gently put one hand behind my neck, and kissed me. It was just about as close to heaven as I'll ever get, I guess. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of flying and kissing and being with the one person in the world I completely, utterly trusted. When we finally broke apart, we looked down at the others, who were way far below us now. Angel was shading her eyes, looking up at us with a big smile. She was sitting on a dolphin's back, and I hoped soon someone would explain to the dolphin that he shouldn't let Angel take advantage of his good nature. Still looking up at us, Angel gave us a big thumbs-up. "She approves," Fang said with a hint of amusement. "Jeez," I wondered aloud. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
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kissing
kiss
heaven
trust
friendship
happiness
love
i-approve-too
shipping
dolphin
flying
couple
sun
smile
wings
otp
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James Patterson |
0292ea8
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I have something to fight for and live for; that makes me a better killer. I've got what amounts to a religion now. It's learning how to breathe all over again. And how to lie in the sun getting a tan, letting the sun work into you. And how to hear music and how to read a book. What does your civilization offer?
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|
religion
fight-for
live-for
sun
|
Ray Bradbury |
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Remember that each light between sunrise and sunset is worth dying for at least once.
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|
light
sun
|
Tad Williams |
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Never Forget Who You Are Beacause Its Like Forgetingg Water Is Wet,The Sun Is Bright,Snow Is Cold.Its Rudunent.
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|
because
forgeting
its
rudunent
wet
bright
who
is
the
you
never
sun
water
cold
like
forget
snow
|
Andrew Fukuda |
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Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.
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|
time
moon
sun
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Ray Bradbury |
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It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted a forehead of stunning gold above the horizon, lifted straight out of filigreed, light-intoxicated clouds that lay on the skyline in attendant veils. Behind us, the sun was setting in a simultaneous congruent withdrawal and the river turned to flame in a quiet duel of gold....The new gold of moon astonishing and ascendant, he depleted gold of sunset extinguishing itself in the long westward slide, it was the old dance of days in the Carolina marshes, the breathtaking death of days before the eyes of children, until the sun vanished, its final signature a ribbon of bullion strung across the tops of water oaks.
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|
memories
nature
moon
south-carolina
sunset
sun
twilight
childhood
|
Pat Conroy |
d3e079b
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The sun that shines today is the sun that shone when thy father was born, and will still be shining when thy last grandchild shall pass into the darkness.
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|
clason
sun
|
George S. Clason |
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You do not beg the sun for mercy. -Maud'dib's Travail from The Stilgar Commentary
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|
mercy
sun
|
Frank Herbert |
db935bb
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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.
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|
christianity
jesus
spirituality
god
philosophy
son-of-god
jesus-shock
sonlight
catholicism
jesus-christ
sun
sunlight
theology
christ
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Peter Kreeft |
d013de5
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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.
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|
men
good
moon
llano
bless
rudolfo
ultima
me
sun
|
Rudolfo Anaya |
c1c985b
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At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.
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|
nature
waves
sun
water
|
David Mitchell |
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Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.
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|
forgot
holes
sun
shadows
water
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Markus Zusak |
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As the sun does not wait for prayers and incantations tob e induced to rise, but immediately shines and is saluted by all, so do you also not wait for clappings of hands and shouts of praise tob e induced to do good, but be a doer of good voluntarily and you will be beloved as much as the sun.
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|
humbleness
sun
|
Epictetus |
0b9c83e
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kl ywm tshrq lshms `l~ `lm jdyd , m nsmyWh rtb@ yzkhr blfrS ljdyd@ , lkn njhl rw'y@ lkhtlf ldhy ymyz ywman `n sbqh
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|
difference
sun
|
Paulo Coelho |
a32e6fc
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What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
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|
macabre
nature
melt
melting
poetic
wind
naked
sun
sunlight
die
dying
|
Kahlil Gibran |
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Montag shook his head. He looked at a blank wall. The girl's face was there, really quite beautiful in memory: astonishing, in fact. She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it had to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.
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|
darkness
montag
sun
|
Ray Bradbury |
fda360a
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The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
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|
light
life
hand-of-life
windy
wind
sun
sunlight
|
Kahlil Gibran |
d6d2a3a
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It was still twilight when they reached the flat rock. They sat, and the stone still held the warmth of the day's sun. At first there were only occasional sparkles, but as it got darker Chuck was lost in a daze pf delight as a galaxy of fireflies twinkled on and off, flinging upward in a blaze of light, dropping earthward like falling stars, moving in contiuous effervescent dance.
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|
stars
fireflies
rock
sun
warmth
twilight
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
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The sun was as flirty as Scarlett O'Hara with the Tarleton twins, breaking through the clouds in spectacular bursts that seemed like personal favors and then retreating for hours, days, and making us all ache for just a glimpse.
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|
sun
weather
|
Lorna Landvik |
35db359
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At sunrise, everything is luminous but not clear
|
|
light
clear
luminous
sun
sunrise
|
Norman Maclean |
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It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.
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|
simile
morning
sky
sun
|
Cornelia Funke |
86d2ee1
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Bosch knew the dawn had nothing on the dusk. Dawn always came up ugly, as if the sun was clumsy and in a hurry. The dusk was smoother, the moon more graceful. Maybe it was because the moon was more patient. In life and nature, Bosch thought, darkness always waits.
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|
moon
dusk
sun
|
Michael Connelly |
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Images of broken light dance behind my eyelids. How could this giant lamp compare to the sun? Everything is wrong here. Shattered. Broken. Like the light. Like me. I never thought about how important the sky was until I didn't have one. I am surrounded by walls. I have just replaced one box for another.
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|
wrong
light
claustrophobic
unnatural
metal
walls
broken
images
important
sky
sun
shattered
|
Beth Revis |
49d7600
|
If no one loved, the sun would go out.
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|
love
les-misérables
sun
|
Victor Hugo |
651a63b
|
They sat on the boarding house porch and saw the sun plunge into the same crack in the earth from which the night emerged.
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|
earth
their-eyes-were-watching-god
zora-neale-hurston
crack
renewal
sun
night
|
Zora Neale Hurston |
0168608
|
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.
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|
coastline
sun
sea
ocean
|
Daphne du Maurier |
f1f72d7
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And then I realize: this isn't dirty water falling from the sky. It is--literally--blood. I look up, and a droplet of blood splashes directly into my eye. I curse, rubbing my face, trying to get the blood out, but it's everywhere, it's like trying to dry off in the middle of the ocean. Shielding my face as best I can, I stare up into the sky. I am in the center of a cyclone. Giant white clouds swirl like a spiraling galaxy above me, the eye a tiny dark speck. The storm rages, throwing out bloody rain like punches, the wind so vicious it tears my clothes and cuts my skin. Representative Belles's mind is swirling with dark thoughts--bloody thoughts--and they have created the biggest storm I have ever seen. I have to stop the cyclone. I have to get him into a peaceful reverie, something that he can hold on to while I root around his brain, looking for answers. I focus all of my concentration on stopping the bloody rain. The drops come slower and slower. I take a deep breath, imagining the clouds breaking up, spinning into fluffy bits of cotton-candy like clouds. I don't open my eyes until the sounds of beating rain disappear and I can feel the warmth of the Mediterranean sun on my face.
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|
rain
cyclone
mediterranean
reverie
clouds
stop
sky
sun
storm
nightmare
|
Beth Revis |
cace98d
|
Dios me creo para que yo lo imitara de noche. El es el Sol, yo soy la Luna. Mi luz flota sobre todo lo que es futil o ha terminado, fuego fatuo, margenes de rio, pantanos y sombras.
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|
god
moon
diablo
sol
dios
sun
luna
|
Fernando Pessoa |
92e7607
|
She could not have asked for a more perfect day. The sun was shining, the humidity was low. There was a slight breeze. The water was a silvery blue. It was a bright, beautiful, early, autumn day. Perfect.
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|
bay
breeze
waves
blue
fall
sun
water
ocean
|
Sharon Brubaker |
859c925
|
"The days were brief and attenuated and the season appeared to be fixed - neither summer nor winter, spring nor fall. A thermal haze of inexpressible sweetness, though bearing tiny bits of grit or mica, had eased into the Valley from the industrial region to the north and there were nights when the sun set at the western horizon as if it were sinking through a porous red mass, and there were days when a hard-glaring moon like bone remained fixed in a single position, prominent in the sky. ("Family")"
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pollution
sun
|
Joyce Carol Oates |
1e4856b
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"Our Sun is not Earth's true "mother." Although many peoples of Earth have worshipped the Sun as a god that gave birth to Earth, this is only partially correct. Although Earth was originally created from the Sun (as part of the ecliptic plane of debris and dust that circulated around the Sun 4.5 billion years ago), our Sun is barely hot enough to fuse hydrogen to helium. This means that our true "mother" sun was actually an unnamed star or collection of stars that died billions of years ago in a supernova, which then seeded nearby nebulae with the higher elements beyond iron that make up our body. Literally, our bodies are made of stardust, from stars that died billions of years ago."
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|
supernova
stardust
mother-sun
sun
|
Michio Kaku |
ef74bb9
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They will say that the Universe has no purpose and no plan, that since a hundred suns explode every year in our Galaxy, at this very moment some race is dying in the depths of space. Whether that race has done good or evil during its lifetime will make no difference in the end: there is no divine justice, for there is no God.
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|
universe
good
god
galaxy
space
sun
race
justice
evil
|
Arthur C. Clarke |
bad00ff
|
The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning and raced across the blue dome and dipped into the sea of fire every evening.
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|
death
heartbreak
renewal
heartache
sun
hero
|
Zora Neale Hurston |
e3fd2c3
|
The one created thing which we cannot look at is the one thing in the light of which we look at everything. Like the sun at noonday, mysticism explains everything else by the blaze of its own victorious invisibility. Detached intellectualism is (in the exact sense of a popular phrase) all moonshine; for it is light without heat, and it is secondary light, reflected from a dead world. But the Greeks were right when they made Apollo the god both of imagination and of sanity; for he was both the patron of poetry and the patron of healing. Of necessary dogmas and a special creed I shall speak later. But that transcendentalism by which all men live has primarily much the position of the sun in the sky. We are conscious of it as of a kind of splendid confusion; it is something both shining and shapeless, at once a blaze and a blur. But the circle of the moon is as clear and unmistakable, as recurrent and inevitable, as the circle of Euclid on a blackboard. For the moon is utterly reasonable; and the moon is the mother of lunatics and has given to them all her name.
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|
religion
moon
transcendentalism
sun
mysticism
moonlight
|
G.K. Chesterton |
35c17d9
|
When the sun touched the earth, it spread out along the horizon like a giant yolk oozing free of its skin.
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|
metaphor
sun
|
Christopher Paolini |
20f5204
|
And what lights the sun? Its own fire. And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning. The river bobbled him along gently. Burning. The sun and every clock on the earth. It all came together and became a single thing in his mind. After a long time of floating on the land and a short time of floating in the river he knew why he must never burn again in his life.
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|
time
epiphany
sun
fire
water
|
Ray Bradbury |
999d312
|
Son, let me tell you a little something about the environment... you can try to fix it up all you want, but it's a waste of time. Sooner or later we'll all be doomed... slaughtered by terrorists, baked in the heat of the sun, nuked until our shadows glow... greed is good. We don't exist to help other people, we exist to grow the hell up, have kids, get old and die, while consuming all we can. Nothing comes after. There's no wrath, no day of reckoning... we just go. POOF! We have no reason to aspire to change the world, son. We'll thrive by feeding off of whatever's available. How else do you think we ended up rich? You don't get ahead by being nice, Thomas.
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|
greed
nuclear
fix
environment
terrorism
rich
sun
heat
nice
|
Rebecca McNutt |
b174e19
|
DYER. (Sits down) There was nothing that I recall save that the Sunne was a Round flat shining Disc and the Thunder was a Noise from a Drum or a Pan. VANNBRUGGHE. (Aside) What a Child is this! (To Dyer) These are only our Devices, and are like the Paint of our Painted Age. DYER. But in Meditation the Sunne is a vast and glorious Body, and Thunder is the most forcible and terrible Phaenomenon: it is not to be mocked, for the highest Passion is Terrour.
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|
plays
thunder
sun
symbolism
|
Peter Ackroyd |
a37c500
|
The sun was deaf'nin' so high up, yay, it roared an' time streamed from it.
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|
sun
|
David Mitchell |
f68f444
|
He needed the warmth of the sun to take away the chill of foreboding that grew in him.
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|
foreboding
sun
warmth
|
Francine Rivers |
2358808
|
The sun dances in her and she has an immense joy of life
|
|
dance
women
joy
happiness
sun
|
James Clavell |
b9547f5
|
When it was daylight, we'd been sitting on a stoop watching the street get light. She mentioned the light took eight minutes to leave the sun and reach us. You couldn't help but love that light traveling so far through the loneliest of spaces to get here, to come so far. It was like we were the only two people in the world.
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|
love
sun
|
Marisha Pessl |
5e35067
|
The fact had become as invisible to him as someone on Earth thinking about being held to a spinning celestial object by nothing more than mass, shielded from the fusion reaction of the sun by only distance and air.
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|
fact
space
sun
|
James S.A. Corey |
7ec3313
|
The April sun, weak but determined, shone through a castle window and from there squeezed itself through a small hole in the wall and placed one golden finger on the little mouse.
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|
light
sun
mouse
|
Kate DiCamillo |
d578ae3
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"It's tempting to think of red for sun," she said, "but it has to be just a dash, not much. More of a dark orange and a hint of brown. And then white on yellow on white. Not bright white,' she said. 'The kind of white that makes you squint, but in a softer way...' 'Go look at fire for a while. Go spend some time with fire.' Looking at fire was interesting, I have to admit. I sat with a candle for a couple hours. It has these stages of color: the white, the yellow, the red, the tiny spot of blue I'd heard mentioned but never noticed."
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|
seeing
sun
perception
fire
|
Aimee Bender |
d65f4d3
|
You can order the sun to come up if you time it right. I'm not driving this bus. Making it do what I want would be like talking someone out of a seizure.
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|
orders
seizures
sun
|
James S.A. Corey |
c45fd5b
|
She lasted three months, then passed on a September day when everything seemed split open with sunlight.
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sun
mother
|
Colum McCann |
3acc391
|
With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the sun and moon cannot withhold the news of the second coming. I hear it. And I fear it.
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young-adult
light
fiction
moon
epic-fantasy
sun
fantasy-fiction
young-adult-fiction
novel
|
Brian A. McBride |