She's Like The Sun Quotes

#1. She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain.

Al Stewart

#2. She went back down to the garden, feeling like a queen, hearing the birds sing - this was in winter - seeing the sky all golden, the sun in the trees, flowers among the shrubs, bewildered, wild, giddy with inexpressible rapture.

Victor Hugo

#3. Mahtab looked out of the window at the moon clearing the rooftops, bathing everything around in its silver light. She sighed, envying Nasim's freedom. For just like Mahtab's namesake, as the moonlight was beholden to the sun, she was beholden to her family.

Azin Sametipour

#4. And for a split second I find her, silhouetted by the sky, arms outstretched like she's making snow angels in the air or simply laughing, turning in place; for a split second, she comes to me as the clouds, the sun, the wind touching my face and telling me that somehow, someday, it will be okay.

Lauren Oliver

#5. Mima was like the tree. In this desert where I'd grown up, Mima had shaded me from the sun. She was a tree. How would I live without that tree?

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#6. He stood there, glowing like the sun, and stared at her like she was the unbelievable one.

Sarah Addison Allen

#7. He smiled then, and that smile was like the sunset, stretching from one end of her existence to the other, lighting her way not by sight, but with a slow kindle inside she knew would never leave her bereft for the sun's warmth.

Joey W. Hill

#8. her hand trembled, the ardour of his affection being so palpable that she seemed to flinch under it like a plant in too burning a sun.

Thomas Hardy

#9. Joy must be one of the pivots of our life. It is the token of a generous personality. Sometimes it is also a mantle that clothes a life of sacrifice and self-giving. A person who has this gift often reaches high summits. He or she is like sun in a community.

Mother Teresa

#10. She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

Thomas Hood

#11. He tried not to look at her long, as if she were the sun; but like the sun, he saw her even without looking." I

Kyle West

#12. On some days she was able to see both sun and moon at the same time. Like feuding cousins, they hung in two corners of the vast world-ceiling refusing to look at one another. The moon was always harder to spot and more faded, but it was there if you looked, as many things were.

Carla H. Krueger

#13. So she's like Redbull? She gives you wings?" He lifted a teasing eyebrow.

I shook my head. "More like she's the sun, and she makes every minute better than the last

Penny Reid

#14. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles. And I swear it's like the whole goddamn sun is beaming right out of it.

Lynn Weingarten

#15. She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together.

Kiera Cass

#16. She was as different from her dazzling sister as night was to day. Ballard found it difficult to look at the younger girl for more than a moment at a time. Beauty such as hers blinded him, like looking directly at the sun. Louvaen though--he could happily drown in the dark Louvaen.

Grace Draven

#17. Ahren looked at Camille like she hung the sun in the sky every morning. It was beautiful, the way he watched her, enchanted by every breath that came out of her mouth.

Kiera Cass

#18. She moved through formal receptions, theater parties, dinners, dances - gracious and smiling, a smile that made her face brighter and colder, like the sun on a winter day.

Ayn Rand

#19. He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

Leo Tolstoy

#20. I'm going to find Julie and I'll ground her ass until she forgets what the sun looks like, and then I'll go over to that school and pull their legs out.

Ilona Andrews

#21. She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.

Patrick Rothfuss

#22. Late in February, she stood on Munich Street and watched a single giant cloud come over the hills like a white monster. It climbed the mountains. The sun was eclipsed, and in its place, a white beast with a gray heart watched the town.

Markus Zusak

#23. For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.

John Dryden

#24. 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

#25. It was magic, I felt the bond between us.
She was a jelly to my peanuts, Mars to Venus,
The Earth to my sun, moon and stars,
We added up mathematically ...
It's like I had a bad habit, B!

Ghostface Killah

#26. My happiest childhood memories are of times in our backyard. My mother had an old clothesline that hung out in front. It seemed like it stretched a mile long, and I loved sitting in the sun while she hung clothes.

Traci Lords

#27. They were always like two people talking to each other in different languages. But she loved him so much, when he withdrew as he had now done, it was like the warm sun going down and leaving her in chilly twilight dews.

Margaret Mitchell

#28. It was dark, so I couldn't make out much of her face, but she had brilliant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun altogether.

Kiera Cass

#29. When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," she said sadly. "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before." -Daenerys Targaryen

George R R Martin

#30. Humans were temporal. They aged and, eventually, died. And while she could have dwelled on her tendency to morbidly fixate on this quality, she chose instead, in that moment, to let it go . . . To let it rise like the sun. A dancing veil of light being lifted off the water.

Marilyn Brant

#31. Grandma's house had the atmosphere of a Tupperware box left out in the sun. Like a tropical flower, she had to be kept warm and moist at all times, or she would wilt and die.

Matthew Crow

#32. My mother was a modern woman with a limited interest in religion. When the sun set and the fast of the Day of Atonement ended, she shot from the synagogue like a rocket to dance the Charleston.

Lionel Blue

#33. Not secondary to the sun, she gives us his blaze again, Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day ... In Heaven queen she is among the spheres; She, mistress-like, makes all things to be pure.

Henry David Thoreau

#34. For four years she'd subsisted on memories of this - his voice, his face, the sound of his breath and his heartbeat. She felt him like a leaf feels the sun, like a magnet feels metal.

Diana Peterfreund

#35. That night she dreamed about the King again.
She stood in a riverside meadow between greenwood and castle. Overhead the sun shone gilt in a sky like powdered lapis and struck golden sparks from the King's blood-red dragon banner.

Suzannah Rowntree

#36. She rolled onto her back in the middle of the suddenly empty bed. Above her, the rafters glowed with the summer sun. Blue touched her mouth. It felt the same as it always did. Not at all like she had just gotten her first and last kiss.

Maggie Stiefvater

#37. And I swear, she tasted like the sun.

S. Gregory

#38. Freedom is a delicate flower, like a pretty leaf in the air: It's hard to catch and may not be what you thought when you get it, she observed quietly.- Polly from Copper Sun

Sharon M. Draper

#39. Stefan's love bathed her, shone through her, lighting every dark place in her soul like the sun. She trembled with pleasure, with love, and with longing.

L.J.Smith

#40. She had never been a proficient flirt. Her spasms of kittenish behaviour were graceless and inept, like normal conversation on roller skates. but the combination of the retsina and sun made Emma feel sentimental and light-headed. She reached for her roller skates.

David Nicholls

#41. Then she smiles, like it's
the first time she's seen sun
after a decade of winters.

Emma Cameron

#42. A bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground ...

John Geddes

#43. I let her stay a few feet ahead of me and try to memorize her exactly as she is: running, laughing, tan and happy and beautiful and mine; blond hair flashing in the last rays of sun like a torch, like a beacon of good things to come, and better days ahead for us both.

Lauren Oliver

#44. She felt the sun on her skin, heard birdsong over people talking, revving cars, smelled petrol fumes and hot pastry, and the words echoed through her head, unbidden: this is what happiness feels like.

Jojo Moyes

#45. So I watch her work and put all her energy, all her force, all herself, all is inside her work. Does she think that this is what life means? She goes to work in the dark and comes home when it's dark. Does she know what the world looks like when the sun is shining?

Jinat Rehana Begum

#46. There's nothing giggly about Heather usually. She's the opposite; hanging out with her is like sitting in an empty church. That's why I like her. She's quiet and serious and a thousand years old and seems like she can talk to the wind.

Jandy Nelson

#47. You don't blast a heart open," she said. "You coax and nurture it open, like the sun does to a rose.

Melody Beattie

#48. She's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose] ...

Eva Ibbotson

#49. It always looked to me like she was smiling. In fact, I know she was. Lots if things smile, like a flower to the sun. And one thing sure. I knew that just like I could smile to see Pinky, she sure could smile to see me.

Robert Newton Peck

#50. How do you get shadows when there's no sun in the sky? she thought, because it was better to think about things like this than all the other, much

Terry Pratchett

#51. Now Suzanne takes your hand
and she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
from Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
on our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
among the garbage and the flowers

Leonard Cohen

#52. It was like the vine of him had wrapped around her heart and bloomed into a hundred flowers overnight, when she wasn't looking.

Amanda Sun

#53. But she would wake in the morning one day and feel her blood running, feel herself lying open like a flower unsheathed in the sun, insistent and potent with demand.

D.H. Lawrence

#54. 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

#55. In the kitchen, Chris pours her a glass of sun tea. Bitter. She hates the way they make tea up here. Tea should be sweet, gritty with sugar. Up here it's like the Yankees want their tea to taste like wash water.

Chuck Wendig

#56. Alive to the loving past She conjures her own. Nothing is wholly lost - Sun on the stone. And lilacs in their splendor Like lost friends Come back through grief to tell her Love never ends.

May Sarton

#57. She licked cinnamon sugar off her fingers, sun-heavy and happy, the type of happiness that before might have felt ordinary, but now seemed fragile, like if she stood too quickly, it might slide off her shoulders and break.

Brit Bennett

#58. Nobody under the sun was like Madonna. She was positive and clear and wholly dedicated to achieving everything that she's achieved.

Nile Rodgers

#59. And now I am the way she walks, and now I am the way he smiles. I am the wind that blows and now I am the sun that shines. I am the laughter in your voice, I am the sadness of your soul. And now I am the careless wind and now I flow like the lost river.

Preeti Bhonsle

#60. She smelled like water that had been warmed by the sun, and she also had the sharp, enticing aroma of birch leaves.

Tadeusz Konwicki

#61. A stranger to compliments, she turned her face to this one, like a sunflower worshipping the sun. Thanks.

Katy Regnery

#62. She wasn't just beautiful. She was like the sun coming up: coming up giggling. She was giggling as if she had just remembered something funny.

Clive James

#63. Speaking with her always felt like sitting on a seashore. Hearing the waves and feeling them crashing into my feet, While gazing the setting sun and the way he colours the whole sky. I never got tired of it.

Akshay Vasu

#64. She had never known that ice could take on so many shades of blue: sharp lines of indigo like the deepest sea, aquamarine shadows, even the glint of blue-green where the sun struck just so.

Malinda Lo

#65. When she sees him, Holly says, it's like the sunsets at the beach
once the sun drops, the sand chills quickly. Then it's like a lot of times that were good ten minutes ago and don't count now.

Amy Hempel

#66. Charmaine swallowed nervously as she hesitated for a moment, her throat dry, arid and parched like the sands of the desert under the burning sun, grated painfully inside her body as her glands struggled to lubricate her air passages sufficiently.

Jill Thrussell

#67. She's your mother. She loves you. How can you hide from her?"

"Her love is like the sun. Get sunstroke if you stand in it too long.

Adele Geras

#68. It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too?

Keary Taylor

#69. Simon looked at Isabelle. It was a little like looking at the sun, but the way she was looking back at him made it easier.

Cassandra Clare

#70. I Know a girl with sea green eyes. She melts the sun, swallows the sky then breathes out stars to kiss the night so guys like me will have some light, she doesn't know the things I've dome. but if a girl like that could love me, i might be clean again

Carolee Dean

#71. She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you're swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water's deeper than you think and there's nothing there

Julia Gregson

#72. The sensation burst over her, flames and sparks, stars, and all that was holy. She clung to him, blinded by the sun above her, feeling like the light had entered her veins to sing through her book, lift her high above the earth.

Lecia Cornwall

#73. It was like she'd become the sun, and I started revolving around her. She was my center.

Abbi Glines

#74. The morning sun on her white hair and pale face made her seem almost translucent. She'd been a beautiful woman in her day, with wide eyes, high cheekbones, and a long, thin nose. Sometimes you could still catch sight of that beauty, and it was like looking through enchanted glass.

Sarah Addison Allen

#75. The truth was, she found it hard to look at the man. It was like gazing at the sun.

Catherine LaRoche

#76. There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

Stephenie Meyer

#77. She wandered out for a walk. It was the kind of day that pretends spring has come, even though it hasn't. The air smelled sweet, and the sun was shining. A blackthorn tree in the garden had already bloomed and was scattering seeds everywhere, like a child feeding birds in a dizzying circle.

Eloisa James

#78. Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil in the snow. A gold sovereign wrapped in a white silk handkerchief. She dipped her spoon in it and licked it.

Elizabeth Wein

#79. Her grief was like the evening sun behind the trees when you ride your bicycle west: sometimes you get a glimpse between the branches, or you hit a bump in the road, and the sudden blaze of sun in your eyes hurts so much, it blinds you. But mostly you're just riding quietly along in the dusk. She

Katherine Catmull

#80. good times and bad times are like the sun and moon. You usually see one and not the other, and yet you know that both are always there. Therefore, she concluded, when your fortunes are riding high, you shouldn't feel arrogant, and when they're low, you shouldn't feel depressed.

Veronica Li

#81. He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou, and whatever it was, it was as sweet as a patch of sun on a glossy floor and, like a cat, she just wanted to curl up in it.

Laini Taylor

#82. She was like the Sun. At just the right distance, she gave me life, but if I got too close, she would burn me.

E. Leo Foster

#83. She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.

Elizabeth Scott

#84. Kaye: You know what the sun looks like? Janet: No, What? Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water. Janet: That's gross, Kaye. Kaye: And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.

Holly Black

#85. She knew, too, that love didn't evaporate. It faded, perhaps, lost its weight like bones left out in the sun, but it didn't go away.

Kristin Hannah

#86. The Wanderer
What is she like?
I was told
she is a
melancholy soul.
She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.
A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of
a candle blown.
A lonely kite
lost in flight
someone once
had flown.

Lang Leav