Top 100 Sun Was Quotes
#1. 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
#2. Everybody was feeling happy now. The sun was shining brightly out of a soft blue sky and the day was calm. The giant peach, with the sunlight glinting on its side, was like a massive golden ball sailing upon a silver sea.
Roald Dahl
#3. Dumbledore turned back to look out of the fiery window; the sun was now a ruby red glare along the horizon.
J.K. Rowling
#4. It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
Sherwood Anderson
#5. The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away.
Charles Dickens
#6. 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
#7. The rain beat softly upon the shingles, inviting them to drowsiness and sleep. But they dared not yield. The rain was over; and the sun was turning the glistening world into a palace of gems.
Kate Chopin
#8. ....And for that instant his sun was at noon.
J.M. Barrie
#9. The sun was hardly risen, but already time was running out.
Dean Koontz
#10. In the olden days, when wishing still worked, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest daughter was so lovely that even the sun ... was struck with wonder.
Jacob Grimm
#11. Adolescence impelled her eyes to stay at an even keel, to deal with the ground before flickering to the heavens. Night became not dotted with fairy clouds of celestial brilliance, but simply the time when the sun was out of sight.
Thomm Quackenbush
#12. The sun was so bright outside that for a moment, I couldn't see. But then I could, and there he was, leaning against the red Mustang, hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. He looked up, saw me, froze for a second ... and then his lightning smile flashed, and I realized I was smiling, too.
Kristan Higgins
#13. The sun was deaf'nin' so high up, yay, it roared an' time streamed from it.
David Mitchell
#14. Low light demanded 'fast' film, usually ISO 400 or higher; the fastest available would be about ISO 1000. When the sun was bright, you would reach for ISO 64 to avoid the burned-out look of overexposure.
David Hewson
#15. Grandmother was always regretting the old days-she was younger in old days,and the sun was warmer in old days,and cream did not turn so sour in old days-it was always the old days!
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#16. However this miraculous place worked, it seemed real enough. The sun was hot, the soda was cold, the sky was blue, the grass was green. What more did he need to know?
Clive Barker
#17. Outside, the afternoon sun was an orange sliver on an icy horizon.
Tracy Kidder
#19. 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
#20. Sunlight and shade,' his oma had commented once. Jathan liked that, mostly because shade meant that even though things were dim for a time, the sun was still there, just on the other side of the barrier.
Tricia Goyer
#21. The sun was beginning to pull the curtains on the day.
Yann Martel
#22. The quadriga was led by a young man, who stood upright, holding the bridles of the steeds, while the morning sun was shining behind his head!
Fabio Marzocca
#23. SUN WAS in the room when he woke. He sat up and looked toward the bars, but the bars weren't there. Just a window, lower than it should have been until he realized he was up
Dennis Lehane
#24. My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling.
Al Jarreau
#25. This far north the sun was still up, although very low, riding through the mountains as if looking for something it lost on the ground.
Craig Childs
#26. The sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing ... like it had a kind of aura.
Lucy Christopher
#27. I first saw the ocean as a kid. We would drive from Arizona in the summer and arrive as the sun was starting to come down over the hill near Laguna in southern California. We would always sing a song, and it was a big joyous family moment when we came over the hill.
Ted Danson
#28. This was her special time, this early part of the day when the sun was just about to creep over the horizon. It was a brand new day in which anything could happen.
Fern Michaels
#29. Life seemed ideal to him right then, and he was happy for the first time in a long time, and it felt like the sun was shining from his heart. - from the novel Brainjob by David Sloma.
David Sloma
#30. The sun was boiling, the swaying was uncomfortable, the horse stank. She felt wonderful
Peter F. Hamilton
#32. Those were the good mornings, when the sun was hot and the air was quick and promising, when the Real Business seemed right on the verge of happening and I felt that if I went just a little faster I might overtake that bright and fleeting thing that was always just ahead.
Hunter S. Thompson
#33. A fool who cursed the sun was surprised to see it still shining.
Marty Rubin
#34. For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town The sun was shining everywhere ...
George Gershwin
#35. The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage.
William Goldman
#36. Ari smiled. The sun was shining, the weather was great, he was eating ice cream, and all his dreams were about to come true.
James Patterson
#37. I stepped out and the sun was shining. And the birds were chirping. It was the nicest day we'd had in ages. A couple of bunnies scampering about. It could have been the start of a Disney flick.
Donna Augustine
#38. The sun was still marking the passage of the first bright hour in a history that was not destined to be all so bright.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
#39. The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.
Willa Cather
#40. Relaxing in the sun was my cup of tea. I'm a champion relaxer and have won numerous prizes in do-nothing competitions. To maintain my competitive edge I need to keep in touch with the updates in relaxing techniques.
Lance Broughton
#41. The sky had cleared, and now the sun was overhead, already baking the wet ground so that you could see the humidity drifting lazily above the cotton stalks.
John Grisham
#42. I was surrounded on all sides by the indifferent torpidity of summer, somewhere there were dogs barking lazily, while the machine-gun barrel of the sun was strafing the earth in a continuous, never-ending burst of fire.
Victor Pelevin
#43. Grace, you have never and will never quietly exist. You shine on earth as if the sun was born here. You have been a beacon for all of humanities sufferings and exhilarations.
Christine Zolendz
#44. It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man's energy.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#45. Behind her the sun was still shining, so that every grove and every single tree between her and the storm blazed ardent and vivid, little frail things defying the dark with leaf and twig and fruit and flower.
Philip Pullman
#46. The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky. It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road.
Zora Neale Hurston
#47. Here was this man Tom Guthrie in Holt standing at the back window in the kitchen of his house smoking cigarettes and looking out over the back lot where the sun was just coming up.
Kent Haruf
#48. The sun was just coming up over the mountains--blood red and cold. I felt as if I was standing in the mightiest cathedral that had ever been built. There was no end to it, and no beginning. All I could do was look at it and worship.
Robert Specht
#49. He looked the way I felt around Delia: as if a second sun was growing underneath my breastbone, a secret I could barely conceal.
Jodi Picoult
#50. The sun was down, And all the west was paved with sullen fire. I cried, Behold! the barren beach of hell At ebb of tide.
Alexander Smith
#51. He went out the front door. The sun was blinding after being in the dim house. He walked back to Perry's car, feeling like a boat without a rudder, trapped in a current. He had no place to go and no idea what to do.
Robert Crais
#52. The sun was up - stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down below the living dead were forming their complaining queues at bus stops.
Helen Hodgman
#53. When we arrived, the sun was setting, like a mango sorbet dripping over the horizon; the platinum rolls of the Mediterranean produced the soothing sound of waves thudding the cliff rocks below us.
Richard C. Morais
#54. For Benny and The Beauty, the sun was always shining whatever the weather, and if they hadn't been on the run from the law, they would probably have gotten married right away. Once you've reached a certain age, it is easier to sense when everything feels exactly right.
Jonas Jonasson
#55. He swung around. His body, bathed in the first rays of the sun, was stippled
with color like a stained glass saint.
Cameron Dane
#56. On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Thomas Campbell
#57. The sun was still out, wouldn't even start to set for an hour, but the early evening still had that "magic hour" feeling. The air was warm and breezy. The houses looked sparkling with windows reflecting the still bright sun.
Victoria Kahler
#58. I just ... I've fantasized about peace and quiet for so long, dreamt about being left alone ... but when the TV was off, and the sun was down ... I'm in a full sob right now. I've just never felt so alone, and I couldn't take it.
Andrea Randall
#60. The sun was in mind to come out but having a look at the weather it was in lost heart and went back again.
Brendan Behan
#61. There is nothing so absurd or ridiculous that has not at some time been said by some philosopher. Fontenelle says he would undertake to persuade the whole public of readers to believe that the sun was neither the cause of light or heat, if he could only get six philosophers on his side.
Oliver Goldsmith
#62. The afternoon was dragging towards its mellow hour. The sun was deepening the gold of its lances, the bees were going home and the birds were flying past less often.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
#63. I went outside, tripping over slabs of sunshine the size of towns. The sun was like a crowd of people, it was a party, it was music. The sun was blaring through the walls of houses and beating down the steps. The sun was drumming time into the stone. The sun was rhythming the day.
Jeanette Winterson
#64. 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
#65. 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
#66. The sun was hot and bright. A day for fishing, for swimming, for playing tennis and having fun, and they put my Christopher in the ground.
V.C. Andrews
#67. And finally this, when the sun was falling down so beautiful we didn't have time to give it a name, she held the child born of white mother and red father and said,' Both sides of this baby are beautiful'.
Sherman Alexie
#69. Everything was astonishing. The setting sun was illuminating each blade of grass. It was reflecting off the girl's glasses, making a halo of light around the girl's round head, setting the whole world on fire.
Kate DiCamillo
#70. The sun was just down and to the west lay reefs of bloodred clouds up out of which rose little desert nighthawks like fugitives from some great fire at the earth's end.
Cormac McCarthy
#71. The sun was setting over Rainbow Valley. The pond was wearing a wonderful tissue of purple and gold and green and crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They
L.M. Montgomery
#72. The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
Lewis Carroll
#73. Because one morning as the sun was coming up I told myself that I had to swallow up all of the fear and garbage around me, and once it was inside me I had to transform it all into candy. Becuase I know you will be able to love me for it.
Mian Mian
#74. One morning, very early, when the sun was up,I rose and found the shiny dew on every buttercup
Robert Louis Stevenson
#75. The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.
Stephen King
#76. And then one day the sun was bright, the wind was strong and my eyes shone with a godly light
Anubhav Mishra
#77. But I was no philosopher, and the sun was beginning to let me know that it was the hour when only mad dogs and Englishmen exposed themselves to its rays.
Anne Fortier
#78. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
George Gordon Byron
#79. The Sun was smiling hundred years ago and the sun is laughing today.
Santosh Kalwar
#80. The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L.A.
Jack Kerouac
#81. The morning sun was casting its first rays against the leaves of the trees. The sheep man had disappeared without a word to me. Just as the morning dew had evaporated.
Haruki Murakami
#82. Bosch knew the dawn had nothing on the dusk. Dawn always came up ugly, as if the sun was clumsy and in a hurry. The dusk was smoother, the moon more graceful. Maybe it was because the moon was more patient. In life and nature, Bosch thought, darkness always waits.
Michael Connelly
#83. When we left, the sun was taking its evening dip, slipping down into the ocean inch by inch like a fat woman afraid of the water.
Budd Schulberg
#84. She wasn't totally unaware of herself, though. She knew there was pain, but in the same way she knew the sun was hot. It was far away and only tendrils of it reached her.
Amber Argyle
#85. Already this sun was pouring its wrath into the blue Indian ocean where swordfish and marlin cruised like silver-blue attenuated warheads in their green-gold depths...
Mike Bond
#86. Claude Wheeler opened his eyes before the sun was up and vigorously shook his younger brother, who lay in the other half of the same bed.
Willa Cather
#87. Nobody under the sun was like Madonna. She was positive and clear and wholly dedicated to achieving everything that she's achieved.
Nile Rodgers
#88. As long as the sun was shining, life was a party, and the pig with brick seemed kind of nerdy, or overly conservative, or even fanatical. But when their stupid theories were stress tested, their houses fell.
Dave Ramsey
#89. The morning sun was shone over the bronze blade. There were no more traces of blood left. "Would you believe it Ariadne?" said Theseus "The Minotaur almost didn't defended himself.
Jorge Luis Borges
#90. The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.
Stephen Crane
#91. 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
#92. The sun was directly overhead, but blotted out by low storm clouds as depressing as suicide.
Keith C. Blackmore
#93. The sun was already long past the spire when Garrick purchased a mug of coffee from his regular man on the tip of Oxford Street. But his palate had been educated by 21st century coffee, and he judged this mug as bilge water not fit for the Irish.
Eoin Colfer
#94. The sun was about to set, he told us in a gravelly voice. He swept his hands in a downward motion, apparently to demonstrate how a sunset worked
Richelle Mead
#95. Even when the sun was shining she couldn't see it. The whole house was closing in on her and she was suffocating.
Crissi Langwell
#97. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere.
George Orwell
#98. The hobbits began to feel very hot. There were armies of flies of all kinds buzzing round their ears, and the afternoon sun was burning on their backs.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#99. 'The Warmth of the Sun' was a very beautiful song that Brian and I wrote in the time period associated with President Kennedy's assassination. We didn't write words about that, but it was around that time we recorded that song, and there's a lot of emotion involved there.
Mike Love
#100. The sun was like a word written between the sea and the sky, a word that was swallowed up by the sea before any man had time to read it.
Stella Benson
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