“Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.”
“My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?”
“No matter how long the night lasts, the sun will always rise.”
“He rises over me, a second sun, and fills me with light and heat.”
“It (the sun) didn't really care how I felt, it was going to rise and set regardless of whether I noticed it, and if I was going to enjoy it, that was up to me.”
“This world, it is a tempest sometimes. But remember, the sun always rises again.”