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fd5b097 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. nature emotion sadness growing trees flowers sunlight emotions tears water fruit Brian Jacques
d664c0c I am alive, and drunk on sunlight. jaime-lannister sun sunlight drunk George R.R. Martin
00af4bf Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little. sun sunlight Nora Roberts
7b4eadb 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. loneliness sorrow yellow sunlight Donna Tartt
01129f6 the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ... colours colors sunlight Stephen King
e53f0f9 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. beauty-in-nature sunshine flowers sunlight summer Dan Simmons
f65bd6f 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) lightning-bugs sunlight Sherrilyn Kenyon
db935bb 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. christianity jesus spirituality god philosophy son-of-god jesus-shock sonlight catholicism jesus-christ sun sunlight theology christ Peter Kreeft
a32e6fc What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? macabre nature melt melting poetic wind naked sun sunlight die dying Kahlil Gibran
fda360a The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind. light life hand-of-life windy wind sun sunlight Kahlil Gibran
e2d1651 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. life love high-king slave-girl impossible-love first-love spring sunlight lust king Andrew M. Greeley
88c2290 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. orchard pretty-words sunlight Neil Gaiman
32b070b 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. scat swamp panther leaves sunlight Carl Hiaasen
be0cb22 A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air. lovely description sunlight Christopher Paolini
43ef9d8 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. imagination perspective sunlight innocence Tim Winton
018d439 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. lovely nature e-m-forster howards-end description sunlight fairyland E.M. Forster