Quotes About Sunlight Through Trees

#1. To one degree or another, I have been happy most of my life, in part because the world has infinite charms if you wish to see them. - Addison Goodheart pg. 119

Dean Koontz

#2. Books need to have their spines cracked, their covers opened, and their pages ruffled for them to come alive.

Chris Grabenstein

#3. And you know, it was like I was breathing my own self back into me to say these word,s to remember that these things existed
the green trees of the eastern woodland at home in North America, their strong and supple branches, sunlight through the trees.

Elizabeth Wein

#4. During climbs into taller trees, I was occasionally able to look down on the backs of birds, which shine with reflected sunlight as they move through the green depths of the canopy, like schools of fish.

Richard Preston

#5. It's awfully easy to rush into a profession you don't really like, and awfully hard to get out of it.

Willa Cather

#6. Fiction is too complicated and too elusive to break down into a set of tricks.

Ben Marcus

#7. The sunlight sparkled through the wind-bent boughs of trees, dancing in an ever-shifting pattern

S.D. Smith

#8. The light filtered through the trees, rays of sunlight splitting around the vast trunks, the branches above us fluttering in a faint wind, and the green needles of Douglas Firs shimmering silver underneath in the breeze.

Ned Hayes

#9. The camera has an interest in turning history into spectacle, but none in reversing the process. At best, the picture leaves a vague blur in the observer's mind; strong enough to send him into battle perhaps, but not to have him understand why he is going.

Denis Donoghue

#10. Liberalism means well, but it destroys

Dennis Prager

#11. Astronauts working for the government will always need to be either pilots or mission specialists. Those who want to be pilots should have military experience - ideally, a test pilot background.

Buzz Aldrin

#12. Belief in form, but disbelief in content - that's what makes an aphorism charming.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#13. I wish I was as true an artist as you so that I could find a way to tell you what you've become to me. America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion

Kiera Cass

#14. Dagny and Fransisco d'Anconia?" she said, smiling ruefully, in answer to the curiosity of her friends. "Oh no, it's not a romance. It's an international industrial cartel of some kind.

Ayn Rand

#15. Her advice is much like pepper, I think ... excellent in small quantities but rather scorching in her doses.

L.M. Montgomery

#16. This / is the use of trampolines / I will remember, the broken sunlight / Coming through the trees in a strange / Land, and lighting up my rising / And falling children, and their friends, / And the apples falling, / The new trees rising.

Gerard Woodward

#17. The tallest oak in the forest is the tallest not just because it grew from the hardiest acorn; it is the tallest also because no other trees blocked its sunlight, the soil around it was deep and rich, no rabbit chewed through its bark as a sapling, and no lumberjack cut it down before it matured. We

Malcolm Gladwell

#18. Menopause is your return to where you were before, when your hormone levels are the same as a pre-adolescent girl's.

Sandra Tsing Loh

#19. For the first time Saya understood how people can grow accustomed to war. Intensified by the stark contrast between life and death, fleeting moments of joy such as these could make one almost mad with happiness.

Noriko Ogiwara

#20. SUNLIGHT SEEPED THROUGH the thickly-bunched leaves of the towering kirstal trees, the clearing beneath them riddled with chaotic patches of brilliant light and gray shadow.

Mickey Zucker Reichert

#21. Hmm, What did I love? I think all the scents. Mama's lilac trees, and the wild iris in the fields, and rain on the breeze on a hot day. Apple and pear blossoms. The hay just cut. The mix of odors in the barn when the sunlight was shafting through the cracks in the boards, heating everything up.

Jane Smiley

#22. A good scientist must accept the challenge that one day everything he believes could be wrong.

Sam Hawksmoor

#23. For reasons he couldn't understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.

Melina Marchetta