No sun outlasts its sunset, but will rise again and bring the dawn.— Maya Angelou
Satisfaction Sun Rise quotations
No sun outlasts its sunset but will rise again and bring the dawn.
Rest but never quit. Even the sun has a sinking spell each evening. But it always rises the next morning. At sunrise, every soul is born again.
In America, with all of its evils and faults, you can still reach through the forest and see the sun. But we don't know yet whether that sun is rising or setting for our country.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
When will the day come that our dignity will be fully restored, when the purpose of our lives will no longer be merely to survive until the sun rises tomorrow!
My sun sets to rise again.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
The secret to success: find something you love to do so much, you can’t wait for the sun to rise to do it all over again.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
In the twilight of the morning, all life silently waits for the sunrise.
Sun must rise for the darkness to sink!
Whatever form it takes, camping is earthy, soul enriching and character building, and there can be few such satisfying moments as having your tent pitched and the smoke rising from your campfire as the golden sun sets on the horizon--even if it's just for a fleeting moment before the rain spoils everything.
The Dance - it is the rhythm of all that dies in order to live again;
it is the eternal rising of the sun.
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Fell deeds awake, fire and slaughter! spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
Look at me. I was a warrior on this land where the sun rises, now I come from where the sun sets. Whose voice was first surrounded on this land - the red people with bows and arrows. The Great Father says he is good and kind to us. I can't see it.
[On Venice:] Every hour of the day is a miracle of light.
In summer with daybreak the rising sun produces such a tender magic on the water that it nearly breaks one's heart.
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight.
It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
For if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomable at the foundations of the Earth.
When asked by a grumpily puzzled professor what "rules" he followed, Debussy is said to have retorted, mon plaisir "whatever I please" and he further claimed that more was to be gained by watching the sun rise than by listening to the Pastoral Symphony. Although such remarks were intended to shock, they contain a core of Debussyan verity.
Demons run when a good man goes to war.
Night will fall and drown the sun when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies. Night will fall and the dark will rise when a good man goes to war. Demons run but count the cost; the battle's won but the child is lost.
Should pain and suffering, sorrow, and grief, rise up like clouds and overshadow for a time the Sun of Righteousness and hide Him from your view, do not be dismayed, for in the end this cloud of woe will descend in showers of blessing on your head, and the Sun of Righteousness rise upon you to set no more forever.
I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.
Everyone should smile. Life really isn’t that serious. We make it hard. The sun rises. The sun sets. We just tend to complicate the process.
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
The Little House was very happy as she sat on the hill and watched the countryside around her. She watched the sun rise in the morning and she watched the sun set in the evening. Day followed day, each one a little different from the one before . . . but the Little House stayed just the same.
The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.
I need someone who believes that the sun will rise again but who does not fear my darkness. Someone who can point out the rocks in my way without making me a child by carrying me. Someone who can stand in thunder and watch the lightning and believe in a rainbow.
It's as predictable as the sun rising in the morning.
Every time Barack Obama's poll numbers rise you can be certain he's done something else to weaken the country. He's empowered a base that loathes American excellence.
Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.
America has no north, no south, no east, no west.
The sun rises over the hills and sets over the mountains, the compass just points up and down, and we can laugh now at the absurd notion of there being a north and a south. We are one and undivided.
A quiet mind is all you need. All else will happen rightly, once your mind is quiet. As the sun on rising makes the world active, so does self-awareness affect changes in the mind. In the light of calm and steady self-awareness, inner energies wake up and work miracles without any effort on your part
Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning.
If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow.
Until you destroy your body, you don't learn to appreciate it.
Treat the body like a temple because the body is so beautiful. If and when you understand your body then you will respect it. The body is like a bud, until the sun rises it will not bloom, until it blooms it will not be beautiful or give perfume. So respect it, take care of it.
There is no death! Death is very much like sunset.
It is only an appearance. For, when the sun sets here, it rises elsewhere. In reality, the sun never sets. Likewise, death is only an illusion, an appearance. For, what is death here is birth elsewhere. For life is endless.