“The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.”
John Greenleaf Whittier My Psalm
My Psalm, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Source: The Emperor's Handbook
“The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.”
John Greenleaf Whittier My Psalm
My Psalm, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it”
Charles Bukowski (1920–1994) American writer
Henry Wotton (1568–1639) English ambassador
On His Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia, stanza 1 (1624). In some versions "moon" replaces "sun". This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's "Sixth Set of Books", for example.
Music and Moonlight (1874), Ode
Context: Great hail! we cry to the comers
From the dazzling unknown shore;
Bring us hither your sun and your summers;
And renew our world as of yore;
You shall teach us your song's new numbers,
And things that we dreamed not before:
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a singer who sings no more.
Anatole France book Penguin Island
Book I : The Beginnings, Ch. V : The Baptism Of The Penguins
Penguin Island (1908)
Context: Touched by their attention, the holy man taught them the Gospel.
"Inhabitants of this island, the earthly day that has just risen over your rocks is the image of the heavenly day that rises in your souls. For I bring you the inner light; I bring you the light and heat of the soul. Just as the sun melts the ice of your mountains so Jesus Christ will melt the ice of your hearts."
Thus the old man spoke. As everywhere throughout nature voice calls to voice, as all which breathes in the light of day loves alternate strains, these penguins answered the old man by the sounds of their throats. And their voices were soft, for it was the season of their loves.
“The yellow moon turned orange and was soon red as the setting sun.”
Joseph Heller book Catch-22
Source: Catch-22 (1961), pp. 462
Georges Duhamel (1884–1966) French writer
Source: Défense des Lettres [In Defense of Letters] (1937), p. 42
Clifford D. Simak book Cemetery World
Cemetery World (1973)
Context: The sun was setting, throwing a fog-like dusk across the stream and trees, and there was a coolness in the air. It was time, I knew, to be getting back to camp. But I did not want to move. For I had the feeling that this was a place, once seen, that could not be seen again. If I left and then came back, it would not be the same; no matter how many times I might return to this particular spot the place and feeling would never be the same, something would be lost or something would be added, and there never would exist again, through all eternity, all the integrated factors that made it what it was in this magic moment.