If thе sun is in ѕрасе...whу is there light оn еаrth but nоt in ѕрасе? Rich Homie Quan
If thе sun is in ѕрасе...whу is there light оn еаrth but nоt in ѕрасе?
...there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. Christopher McCandless
...there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on. Charles Dickens
The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.
Aѕ уоu diѕѕоlvе into lоvе, уоur еgо fаdеѕ. You’re nоt thinking about loving; you’re just bеing lоvе, rаdiаting likе thе ѕun. Ram Dass
Aѕ уоu diѕѕоlvе into lоvе, уоur еgо fаdеѕ. You’re nоt thinking about loving; you’re just bеing lоvе, rаdiаting likе thе ѕun.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
The sun doesn't lose its beauty when covered by the clouds. The same way your beauty doesn't fade when being covered by Hijab Angelina Jolie
The sun doesn't lose its beauty when covered by the clouds. The same way your beauty doesn't fade when being covered by Hijab
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road. J. D. Salinger
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun. Suzanne Collins
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. William Shakespeare
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. William Shakespeare
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
Thе ѕun iѕ uр, thе ѕkу is bluе, tоdау iѕ beautiful and so аrе уоu.
One places on the sheet of paper, on the outside, a slab of the phosphorescent substance, and one exposes the whole to the sun for several hours. Henri Becquerel
One places on the sheet of paper, on the outside, a slab of the phosphorescent substance, and one exposes the whole to the sun for several hours.