Every star may be a sun to someone.
If we had absolute proof instead of clues, then you could no more deny God than you could deny the sun. If we had no evidence at all, you could never get there. God gives us just enough evidence so that those who want him can have him.
Even if the sun were to rise from the west, the Bodhisattva has only one way.
Were all human beings suddenly 2 become blind, still the sun would shine by day and the stars by night, for these owe nothing 2 the millions who benifit from their light. So were every man on earth 2 become atheist it could not affect God in any way. He is what He is in Himself without regard to any other. To believe in Him adds nothing to His perfections to doubt Him takes nothing away.
For the patient who remained hospitalized a long time, an insidious metamorphosis took place - the outside world dimmed and faded like a watercolor exposed to the sun, while the hospital became the center and the only real part of the universe.
The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence. The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.
And if sun comes How shall we greet him? Shall we not dread him, Shall we not fear him After so lengthy a Session with shade?
It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.
I hate to see the evening sun go down.
Think about a seed. Once it lands, it's stuck. It can't move to find better soil, moisture or sunlight. It's able to create every part of itself to grow and reproduce with the help of air, water and sun.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt Like snow.
We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature?
If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle.
Your easel is the nuclear sun of an uncommon universe.
Society would not tolerate legislation declaring that the theory that the sun circles the earth be given equal time with the theory of a heliocentric solar system; it should not pay attention to the equally preposterous notions of scientific creationism
The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimate ART.
[Who owns the patent on this vaccine?] Well, the people, I would say. There is no patent. Could you patent the sun?
Evolution as such is no longer a theory for a modern author. It is as much a fact as that the earth revolves around the sun.
The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.