“I think I might always be jealous of the way sunlight touches your skin.”— Chloë Frayne, instagram.com
“I was making a roast. The smell wafted from the kitchen into the living room, through the yellow curtains and into the sunlight. Bread warmed in the oven, and in my oven mitt, I managed to forget that I’d ever punched someone in the face. It seemed so long ago, I might not even have done it. I went…”— Arda Collins, apmpodcasts.org
“Sunlight shoots down through the branches like a spotlight illuminating the ground at my feet. The place feels special, somehow . . . Realizing all over again how important sunlight is to human beings, I appreciate each second of that precious light. The intense loneliness and helplessness I felt un…”— Haruki Murakami, amazon.com
“West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut. There are dark narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically, and where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glint of sunlight. On the gentler slopes there are farms, ancient and r…”— H. P. Lovecraft, amazon.com
“The morning light is beautiful. I love waking up to it, and I love going to sleep to it when I was up all night.”— Yoko Ono, twitter.com
“The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and…”— Dan Simmons, amazon.com