Sunshine always inspires me.
[What's beautiful about my mother is] her compassion, how much she gives, whether it be to her kids and grandkids or out in the world. She's got a sparkle.
He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
Why's it so sunny?" she repeated. Zooey observed her rather narrowly. "I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy," he said.
Humor, warm and all-embracing as the sunshine, bathes its objects in a genial and abiding light.
The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.
Sun, silence, and happiness.
