“Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.”
Arna Bontemps
“Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.”
Dejan Stojanovic
“Fair daffodils, we weep to see / You haste away so soon: / As yet the early-rising sun / Has not attained his noon.”
Robert Herrick
“There are not more than five musical notes, yet the combinations of these five give rise to more melodies than can ever be heard.”
Sun Tzu
“Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas
“No matter how dark the night, somehow the sun rises once again and all shadows are chased away”
David Matthew Click
“Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Night dew clings to the soil and makes plants glisten. Birds call to one another. Bees are already at work.”
William Longgood
