Black Sun Quotes

#1. Flowers of sin, like some black sun,
Bloom in my dreams
Their perfume-sodden fragrance
Spreading through each heartbeat.

Shiv Kumar Batalvi

#2. She was born under a black sun.

Anonymous

#3. The tiger
has swallowed
a black sun.

In his cold
cage he
carries it still.

Black flames
flicker through
his fur.

Black rays roar
from the centers
of his eyes.

Valerie Worth

#4. I like the idea of a black sun; like a black hole in space, sucking everything into darkness, where we came from and where we're heading

Irvine Welsh

#5. So it's not an architectural masterpiece. When Da5id and Hiro and the other hackers wrote The Black Sun, they didn't have enough money to hire architects or designers, so they just went in for simple geometric shapes. The avatars milling around the entrance don't seem to care.

Neal Stephenson

#6. The rain drags Black Sun down, but the rain dried by White Moon.

Tite Kubo

#7. The Empire is a thug, a bully. It's no better than Surat Nuat, or Black Sun, or the syndicate of Hutts. The Empire pretends it's about law and order, but at the end of the day, it's about dressing up oppression in the costume of justice.

Chuck Wendig

#8. Da5id Meier, supreme hacker overlord, founding father of the Metaverse protocol, creator and proprietor of the world-famous Black Sun, has just suffered a system crash. He's been thrown out of his own bar by his own daemons.

Neal Stephenson

#9. That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house ... .Took three months before I even looked out the window, see the world still there. I was surprised to see the world didn't stop.

Kathryn Stockett

#10. We lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, is the other that hides in me?

Arthur Machen

#11. Time was his servant, too; it would trap me, here, in a night that would last until he came back to me, like a black sun on a hopeless morning.

Angela Carter

#12. Backward we traveled to reclaim the day
Before we fell, like Icarus, undone;
All we find are altars in decay
And profane words scrawled black across the sun.
From the poem "Doom of the Exiles", written 16 April 1954

Sylvia Plath

#13. But I plucked a new, different, worldly soul for myself
maybe a soul I found in the spray thrown up by the surge of that distant African river as it plummets onto black rocks and sends up into the sun a permanent arc of a rainbow.

Alexandra Fuller

#14. Every morning I rise when it is pitch black outside (and you know it's not natural to be up if the sun couldn't even be bothered to get up),

Cecelia Ahern

#15. The sun will sink lower soon enough, turning the fields into open black space, ushering another day out, another day in
one after the next.

Allison Winn Scotch

#16. As a result, in more than three dimensions the sun would not be able to exist in a stable state with its internal pressure balancing the pull of gravity. It would either fall apart or collapse to form a black hole, either of which could ruin your day.

Stephen Hawking

#17. Some people think black is the color of heaven, and that the more they can make their faces look like midnight, the more evidence they have of grace. But God, who made the sun and the flowers, never sent me to proclaim to you such a lie as that.

Henry Ward Beecher

#18. I was an original Elvis fan. He was the voice of my generation. I was listening to him on the radio when he released his great Sun records with Scotty Moore on electric guitar and Bill Black on bass.

Ronnie Milsap

#19. I can't have brown hair for some reason. I don't think it goes with my skin tone. The second I see it turn brown in the sun, I dye it black - the blacker the better.

Kylie Jenner

#20. an Underground train roared and rattled, driving a ghost-wind along the platform, which scattered a copy of the tabloid Sun into its component pages, four-colour breasts and black and white invective scurrying

Neil Gaiman

#21. Now, our Sun will not collapse to a black hole. It's actually not massive enough.

Janna Levin

#22. Persian envoy "our arrows will black out the sun ... " Dienekes of the Spartans.."Good, then we'll fight in the shade.

Steven Pressfield

#23. So I won't hang around in my hospital shift,
repeating The Black Mass and all of it.
I say Live, Live because of the sun,
the dream, the excitable gift.

Anne Sexton

#24. Erland turned his eyes to the window and the figure that stood before it with arms crossed, staring into the anamorphic slurry of colors caught together in the burying of the sun as night fell like a jar of blue-black paint.

Luke Taylor

#25. He looked up to see if the sun had gone behind a cloud. It hadn't, but it almost seemed to him that there was a black corona forming around its brilliant circle, like a ring of mascara around a startled eye. Half

Stephen King

#26. I wear mostly black Main Line or T ... But the other day, the sun was shining so I wore blue jeans. It caused so much excitement in the office! People were literally coming up from the floor below and peering behind my desk saying; we hear you're wearing blue jeans and we have to have a look

Alexander Wang

#27. I was free to appreciate the quiet and the way the yellowish-gray light of the rising sun entered the room, turning everything from black and white to color. The journey from Kansas to Oz right in my own kitchen.

Edward Kelsey Moore

#28. Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.

V.C. Andrews

#29. You dressed in black," Nico noted, "with the sun coming up. You painted your face but didn't cover that mop of blond hair. You might as well be waving a yellow flag." Will's ears reddened. "Lou Ellen wrapped some Mist around us too.

Rick Riordan

#30. In the cave of black Despair: He only looked upon the sun, And drank the morning air.

Oscar Wilde

#31. It doesn't matter what she looks like. It doesn't matter if she's long or short legged. It doesn't matter if she's pale or tanned, if her hair is black or brown or red or blond. It doesn't matter if she's pretty or not. It matters that she feels the sun on her skin.

Nicola Yoon

#32. Stories as written are progressive, sentence must build upon sentence as brick upon brick, yet the beauty of this life in its endless mystery is circular. Sun & moon, spheres endlessly circling. Black man, full circle; white man, bisected circle; life, the third circle, on & on, & round & round.

Richard Flanagan

#33. The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbor wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.

Leigh Bardugo

#34. Hello, Earth.
So this is how God sees you, sparkling blue against the dullest black. No wonder he made you. No wonder he made the sun and the stars so he could see you.

Rick Yancey

#35. Scientists have discovered a black hole that is 12 billion times the size of our sun. It's full of Hillary Clinton emails.

David Letterman

#36. They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come. When there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will just go black. It will just go back to the way it was before.

Conor Oberst

#37. The sun is setting in a burnt orange sky; the cliffs are black silhouettes; the sea, liquid silver.

Laura Treacy Bentley

#38. What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women from whose loins I sprang When the birds of Eden sang?

Countee Cullen

#39. His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called home. The sun was setting on another day in Laurel Cove, though he couldn't help but wonder what was rising on the horizon.

Teresa Tysinger

#40. A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark sun! A black eye is the best one.

William Rounseville Alger

#41. I emerged from the black oil pools in the forgotten house of dreams in the wild backcountry of the heart. I am heir to the sun, child of Mother Earth and the Mayan galaxy. All the mountain cures and healing waters and winds and junipers run deep in my bloodstream.

Jimmy Santiago Baca

#42. Barely four feet tall back then, at least a foot shorter than him, and yet she'd said, "I won't run anymore. I won't try to leave. I've decided to stay and protect you." "Why?" Midnight black eyes afire in a sun-browned face that was all sharp bones. "Because you don't have a monster inside you.

Nalini Singh

#43. Black drinks the sun and draws all colours into it.
I am bleached white, my truant love. Come back,
and stain me with the intensity of black.

Robert Graves

#44. Accept your place in the sun as it was originally before the creation of this world ... The black man is the first and last, maker and owner of the universe.

Elijah Muhammad

#45. The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring. But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing.

George R R Martin

#46. The pink sun tumbled from the sky like a shooting star, turning day to night in the space of a trembling breath. What rose in its place was a moon made of rotting meat, its vast surface pitted with crawling black mold, glowing in a starless sky.

Craig Schaefer

#47. Night came early to this neighborhood, the sun fleeing the sky, leaving heaven black and blue.

Lisa Scottoline

#48. Slowly the red dawn broke over the endless plain of black grass that gradually turned to the famous Kentucky blue as the sun ironed out the shadows.

Ian Fleming

#49. Southern California, which is shaped somewhat like a coffin, is a giant sanatorium with flowers where people come to be cured of life itself in whatever way .... This is the last stop before the sun gives up and sinks into the black, black ocean, and night - usually starless here - comes down.

John Rechy

#50. People will often give you a detailed tour of the underside of the bus that they will throw you under later.

Steffan Piper

#51. I realized with Broadway everything written for black people is usually written in the past, and I'm kind of a contemporary guy. I don't think you want to see me in 'Raisin in the Sun'.

Chris Rock

#52. I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision

Carl Sandburg

#53. Proof of the black hole is a tremendous amount of mass inside a very small volume. There's 4 million times the mass of our sun within a region that's comparable to the size of our solar system.

Andrea M. Ghez

#54. Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
In all its supernal glory.

Sri Chinmoy

#55. Thinking back to boyhood days, I remember the bright sun on Harlem streets, the easy rhythms of black and brown bodies, the sounds of children streaming in and out of red brick tenements.

Walter Dean Myers

#56. I didn't feel the tusk go through me. But I did feel this sort of freight elevator coming down, popping the chicken bones, you know. It blinded me. Everything was black. It was bright noon day sun. You mustn't get walked on by elephants.

Peter Beard

#57. Like an animal. As if people weren't animals. She tried to put a face on him. His eyes would betray the chaos of his heart, the riots that were exploding everywhere inside him. His eyes would be so black that they would shine blue in the sun.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#58. The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.

Saul Bellow

#59. Do you know what it means to be that beautiful & still hunted & still alive?
Who knows this story but the elephants & the trees?

Who says the grace of a black man in motion is not perfect
as a tusk in the sun or a single leaf taking its sweet time to the ground?

Danez Smith

#60. The world around you may have shifted, seen you in a different light. But the Mona Lisa is a masterpiece whether it's in a pitch-black room, under a strobe light, or in the sun.

I. W. Gregorio

#61. A dingily bilious sun was seeping through a tent of black clouds. Passersby, spitefully elbowing elbows, were rushing along the pavement. People thronging the doorways of shops tried to pummel their way through and stuck fast, their faces flushed with spite and fury, their teeth bared.

Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

#62. A dark cloud is no sign that the sun has lost his light; and dark black convictions are no arguments that God has laid aside His mercy.

Charles Spurgeon

#63. The trees were like black skeletons reaching to the sky, pleading with their bony arms for the sun to get stronger.

J.R. Ward

#64. Many people are walking along the shore, turning poetic springtime faces towards the sea; they're having a holiday because of the sun. [ ... ] The true sea is cold and black, full of animals; it crawls under this thin green film made to deceive human beings.

Jean-Paul Sartre

#65. Maybe I could do it."
Darius shot him a dry look. "You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend.
Tohrment winced. "Good point"
"And then she'll come looking for me."
Both males shuttered.

J.R. Ward

#66. It is the deep-black-sky quiet time of night, which is the halfway time between the sun setting and the sun rising when even the night animals are quiet - as if they, like day animals, take a break in the middle of their work to rest.

Alexandra Fuller

#67. The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

Dorothy Parker

#68. All the lies, all the ways we have of trying to make life simple for ourselves by putting people into boxes marked black, white, good, bad, when all of us are victims of our own prejudices.

Julia Gregson

#69. Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our dreams, then, were empty.

Jim Carroll

#70. Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.

Virginia Woolf

#71. Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#72. It is from the well of St. Dunstan' said he, 'In which betwixt sun and sun, he baptised five hundred heathen Danes and Britons - blessed be his name!' And applying his black beard to the pitcher, he took a draught much more moderate in quantity than his encomium seemed to warrant.

Walter Scott

#73. The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.

Charles Dickens

#74. So I just let go with one hand, and just sort of swung around, looked at the Earth below and the black space above and the sun over my shoulder. And, I mean, it was this incredible, spectacular view.

Rusty Schweickart

#75. My sin is the black spot which my bad act makes, seen against the disk of the Sun of Righteousness. Hence religion and sin come and go together.

Charles Henry Parkhurst

#76. The sun burned like a fire ship on the water, sinking slowly till only a red smoke was left trailing up the sky. A fishing boat was headed into the harbor, black and small against the enormous west. Above its glittering wake a few gulls whirled like sparks which had gone out.

Ross Macdonald

#77. The black asphalt wouls shimmer with vapors I had a theory about those vapors ... not released by the sun but by a huge onion buried under the city. This onion made us cry ... I thought about the giant onion, that remarkable bulb of sadness.

Gary Soto

#78. A sparrow-size moth with a blue body and black wings, splayed on a flower between a slant of sun and shade.

A.G. Howard

#79. Another black dragon, he thought. Another Blackfyre Rebellion. And soon another Redgrass field. The grass was not red when the sun came up.

George R R Martin

#80. Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer and wider and ate the black like a fungus until the darkness was gone and there was light and it was day.

Matthew McBride

#81. Red was the blood of the siblings massacred in the North, black was for mourning them, green was for the prosperity Biafra would have, and, finally, the half of a yellow sun stood for the glorious future.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#82. Life is a continuum; neither black nor white, but a series of shades from light to dark. When the shadow is in front of you, all you see is the darkness and forget the sun is at your back.

Brownell Landrum

#83. The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.

Joseph Conrad

#84. Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace'
One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#85. Hath she her faults? I would you had them too. They are the fruity must of soundest wine; Or say, they are regenerating fire Such as hath turned the dense black element Into a crystal pathway for the sun.

George Eliot

#86. Newt turned back to me, her eyes black as the sun slipped away. From the slump of broken castle, a rock fell. "We exist in a zoo," she said, chilling me. "You know that, yes? I hope our funding doesn't run out. I'd give anything for a better enclosure, one that at least hides the bars.

Kim Harrison

#87. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes - gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun.

Charles Dickens

#88. Are you rage, wrapped in skin, tight like leather dried in the desert sun?
From: "The Comfort of Black

Carter Wilson

#89. Because I see
A rainstorm in June
Just before the sun
The black of night
Just before the stars
And, girl, I see your ghost
Just before our dawn

Laura Miller

#90. Each night we watched the sun set no matter where we were, and we'd wake up early to witness it rising again. That was the thing about life: even when the days faded to black, you were always given another chance. A second moment to try again to rise from the ashes.

Brittainy C. Cherry

#91. But you alone are always only you,
endless, entire, unique; not blonde, nor dark,
nor black, nor white; but like the midday sun
all light, all colours hidden inside one.

Jaxy Mono