He was brilliant sunlight that drove away winter's chill.

I remember how often some of us walked out of the darkness of the Lower East Side and into the brilliant sunlight of Washington…

— Harry Golden

Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it is gone in…

— Sherman Alexie

So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

— Anonymous

Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“The sunlight isn't the only thing that makes me happy anymore now that I can endure my storms.”

— Alexandra Elle

I knew that I was a gay boy fairly early; what was interesting to me was that my mother didn't know. She made me…

— Nate Berkus

Growing corn, which from a biological perspective had always been a process of capturing sunlight to turn into food, has in no small measure…

— Michael Pollan

In love, treat your relationship as if you are growing the most beautiful flower. Keep watering it, tend to its roots, give it lots…

— Suzy Kassem

“She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It's easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.”

— Brian Andreas

Prostration is our natural position. A worm-like movement from a spot of sunlight to a spot of shade, and back, is the type of…

— Wyndham Lewis

But there is a beauty every girl has—a gift from God, as pure as the sunlight, and as sacred as life. It is a…

— David O. McKay

Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of…

— Anna Akhmatova

I am alive. Up here with the song of the engine and the air whispering on my face as the sunlight and shadows play…

— Stephen Coonts

“The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland. The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.…

— Vera Nazarian

Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.

— Victor Hugo