Reaching For The Sun Quotes

#1. I look at our tree, at its leaves still reaching for the sun, still working to turn light into food. They don't know they are dead yet.

Ally Condie

#2. Once I was born, her hopes had turned and I had climbed up her life like a flower reaching for the sun

Dorothy Allison

#3. And to me, wildness means following the growth of love. Like a plant reaching through stone toward the sun-

Alice Walker

#4. I'm striving for greatness, reaching for the stars, and trying to avoid being burnt by the sun!

Joan L. Sample

#5. Their irreligious pride makes them withdraw from you and eclipse your great light from reaching themselves. They can foresee a future eclipse of the sun, but do not perceive their own eclipse in the present.

Augustine Of Hippo

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

J.R. Ward

#7. A tree uses what comes its way to nurture itself. By sinking its roots deeply into the earth, by accepting the rain that flows towards it, by reaching out to the sun, the tree perfects its character and becomes great. ... Absorb, absorb, absorb. That is the secret of the tree.

Ming-Dao Deng

#8. I began my pilgrimage on the first of January in 1953. It is my spiritual birthday of sorts. It was a period in which I was merged with the whole. No longer was I a seed buried under the ground, but I felt as a flower reaching out effortlessly toward the sun.

Peace Pilgrim

#9. In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

Madeline Miller

#10. Why would anyone walk through life satisfied with the light from the candle of their own understanding when, by reaching out to our Heavenly Father, they could experience the bright sun of spiritual knowledge that would expand their minds with wisdom and fill their souls with joy?

Dieter F. Uchtdorf

#11. She had to remember that there was power and magic in life: that when the sun laid a ray as warm as a hand on her head as they left the graveyard, it could be an unseen hand, reaching out to her with love. Only changed, and not strange forever.

Sarah Rees Brennan