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Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
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emotion
emotions
flowers
fruit
growing
nature
sadness
sunlight
tears
trees
water
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Brian Jacques |
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I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.
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drunk
jaime-lannister
sun
sunlight
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George R.R. Martin |
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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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And I'm hoping there's some larger truth about suffering here, or at least my understanding of it - although I've come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't, and can't, understand. What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.
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loneliness
sorrow
sunlight
yellow
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Donna Tartt |
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the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...
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colors
colours
sunlight
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Stephen King |
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The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.
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beauty-in-nature
flowers
summer
sunlight
sunshine
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Dan Simmons |
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When I was a little girl, I used to try and bring sunshine to my mother. I felt so bad that she had never really seen or felt it. So I would try and catch it in jars. When that failed, I captured jars and jars of lightening bugs and told her that if we could catch enough of them, then it would look like the sun. She'd laugh, hug me, and then set them free and tell me that nothing should have to live its life in a cage. (Cassandra)
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lightning-bugs
sunlight
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Sherrilyn Kenyon |
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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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catholicism
christ
christianity
god
jesus
jesus-christ
jesus-shock
philosophy
son-of-god
sonlight
spirituality
sun
sunlight
theology
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Peter Kreeft |
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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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die
dying
macabre
melt
melting
naked
nature
poetic
sun
sunlight
wind
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Kahlil Gibran |
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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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hand-of-life
life
light
sun
sunlight
wind
windy
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Kahlil Gibran |
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He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what this feeling for his tiny slave was. Now in the crisp, clear spring sunlight, he knew.
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first-love
high-king
impossible-love
king
life
love
lust
slave-girl
spring
sunlight
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Andrew M. Greeley |
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Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine seat and support; and whenever the May breeze blew, the pink blossoms tumbled down like snow, coming to rest in their hair and on their skirts. The afternoon sunlight dappled green and silver and gold through the leaves in the apple orchard.
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orchard
pretty-words
sunlight
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Neil Gaiman |
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A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.
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description
lovely
sunlight
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Christopher Paolini |
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So for a while, they sat peacefully in the swamp, listening to Mrs. Starch hum while the little panther slurped happily and the emerald leaves overhead shimmered and shook in the sunlight.
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leaves
panther
scat
sunlight
swamp
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Carl Hiaasen |
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And the sun on the wall of her room, the block of sun with all the tiny flying things in it. When she was little she thought they were the souls of dead insects, still buzzing in the light.
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imagination
innocence
perspective
sunlight
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Tim Winton |
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Then she turned westward, to gaze at the swirling gold. Just where the river rounded the hill the sun caught it. Fairyland must lie above the bend, and its precious liquid was pouring towards them past Charles's bathing shed.
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description
e-m-forster
fairyland
howards-end
lovely
nature
sunlight
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