Ayn Rand Quotes

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.

What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

A forest of these trees is a spectacle too much for one man to see.

First of all, I always see the sun! The way I want to identify myself and others is with halos here and there halos, movements of color. And that, I believe, is rhythm.

I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.

I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.

Woods are rich with biodiversity and, above all, places of trees and light that spangles a thousand greens through the leaves.

I like the universe and nature. I am inspired a lot by the beauties of nature. I named myself as the sun because the sun is the brightest star from the incalculable stars in the universe.

Bless... the two painting masters who first pointed out to me that there was coming and going among trees, that there was sunlight in shadows.

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away

Sun is the reason And the world it will bloom 'Cause sun lights the sky And the sun lights the moon

Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.

...she woke up in time to see the sun sending up spies ahead of him to mark out the road through the dark. He peeped up over the door sill of the world and made a little foolishness with red.

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.

In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light.