Our problems started in Dallas, when the fire-breathing sheep destroyed the King Tut exhibit.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.

When the sun shines wondrously in the morning, even the shadows in our mind start running away!

We are young, life is vivacious, life is fun, let's enjoy it, at the beach with loving sun.

Shake those stars from your hair, pretty Moonchild. It's time to dance with the noonday sun!

The deeds of darkness will be illuminated by the sun; maybe not today - but definitely tomorrow.

After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.

Things in Arizona don’t just die; they bake and fry in the heat until there is nothing left.

Some friends are like sunny days, with false flames, oozing from afar, coming near without a dime.

My love for you would blot out the sun like a cloud made out of yogurt. I hope you brought a spoon.

Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." "He's the sun god," I said."That's not what I meant.

I am not the moon orbiting around your planet; I am the sun that will burn through your frozen mind.

The Sun can be your greatest gloom, or your greatest comforter, depending on how you view its shine.

After luncheon the sun, conscious that it was Saturday, would blaze an hour longer in the zenith,...