Quotations About / On:
One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
(Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), French novelist. Trans. by William G. Allen. Pensées de Gustave Flaubert, p. 3, Conard (1915).)
I recoil, overcome with the glory of my rosy hue and the knowledge that I, a mere cock, have made the sun rise.
(Edmond Rostand (1868-1918), French poet, playwright. Chantecler, in The Chantecler, act 2, sc. 3 (1910).)
Freedom and whores are the most cosmopolitan items under the sun.
(Georg Büchner (1813-1837), German dramatist, revolutionary. Trans. by Gerhard P. Knapp (1995). Danton's Death, act IV (1835).)
A black sun has appeared in the sky of my motherland.
(Wuer Kaixi, Chinese student leader. Quoted in Independent (London, June 29, 1989).
Said about the events in Tiananmen Square, Beijing.)
Look not into the sun! Even the moon is too bright for your nocturnal eyes!
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 10, p. 196, selection 5, number 81, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Unpublished fragments dating to November 1882February 1883.
Originally meant to be attributed to Zarathustra in Thus Spoke Zarathustra.)
Up a lazy river by the old mill run, that lazy, lazy river in the noonday sun.
(Sidney Arodin, U.S. songwriter. "Lazy River," Peer International Corp. (1931).
Music composed by Hoagy Carmichael (1899-1981).)
On neither the sun, nor death, can a man look fixedly.
(François, Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680), French writer, moralist. Maximes, no. 26 (1678).)
Genius unrefined resembles a flash of lightning, but wisdom is like the sun.
(Franz Grillparzer (1791-1872), Austrian author. Notebooks and Diaries (1809).)
He had a whole heaven and horizon to himself, and the sun seemed to be journeying over his clearing only the livelong day.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "Ktaadn" (1848) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 3, pp. 23-24, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Gloucester, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 2, l. 103-4.
"Late" means recent.)