sunny day Quotes

Staring up at the sky on a bright, sunny day makes me dream and gives me ideas.

It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

It would be difficult to write a convincing ghost story set on a sunny day in a big city.

...."the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again, melting in the sun on the white pavement, lost in the fire of high noon.

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here.

My mother was in labour for two full days before having me on a sunny August afternoon. She went into labour on the 7th, and I chose to make my big entrance on the 9th.

Good Morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. “What do you mean?” he said. “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?

Probably my favourite winter-word of all. Apricity is the warmth of the sun on a chilly day.

Was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. Not a negative word was heard.

A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill's shoulder.

The sun shines today also.

There's no peace like the peace of an inner courtyard on a sunny day.

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

There are no days in the whole round year more delicious than those which often come to us in the latter half of April... The sun trembles in his own soft rays... The grass in the meadow seems all to have grown green since yesterday.

It was joy, joy, happy joy. Happy, happy joy. A big fat smiley sun rose above the rooftops and beamed down its blessings onto the borough known as Brentford.

The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

There is much more mystery in the shadow of a man walking on a sunny day, than in all religions of the world.

Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open, listening to the discourse of two amorous thrushes.

It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and the wind has dropped its voice and whispers instead of screaming, and the sun is out and the trees look surprised, and over everything there is the faintest, palest tint of green.

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

But on a clear, sunny day? How would she know to flee when she couldn't see any place for danger to hide?