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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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nature
emotion
sadness
growing
trees
flowers
sunlight
emotions
tears
water
fruit
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Brian Jacques |
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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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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
yellow
sunlight
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Donna Tartt |
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the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...
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colours
colors
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
sunshine
flowers
sunlight
summer
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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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christianity
jesus
spirituality
god
philosophy
son-of-god
jesus-shock
sonlight
catholicism
jesus-christ
sun
sunlight
theology
christ
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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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macabre
nature
melt
melting
poetic
wind
naked
sun
sunlight
die
dying
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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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light
life
hand-of-life
windy
wind
sun
sunlight
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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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life
love
high-king
slave-girl
impossible-love
first-love
spring
sunlight
lust
king
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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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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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scat
swamp
panther
leaves
sunlight
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Carl Hiaasen |
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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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lovely
description
sunlight
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Christopher Paolini |
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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
perspective
sunlight
innocence
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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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lovely
nature
e-m-forster
howards-end
description
sunlight
fairyland
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