“The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.”
“Is the sunrise superior just because it goes before the sunset with a day and sunset goes before the sunrise with a night? Could there be day without night and sunrise without sunset, life without death?”
“What the little prince would not admit to himself was that he was sorry to leave this planet, blessed as it was with one thousand and four hundred and forty sunsets every day.”
“From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.”
“A miracle every day would cease to be miraculous—it would be mundane. Though even a boring sunset is still glorious.”
“There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them.”