“ Or perhaps it was a cloudless sunrise with a sky of orange-red, and the sea-line silver-blue against it, peaceful as heaven. Infinite variety of beauty always awaited me, and filled me with an absorbing, unreasoning joy such as makes the song-sparrow sing,—a sense of perfect bliss. Coming back in the sunshine, the morning-glories would lift up their faces, all awake, to my adoring gaze. ”
Sunrise
Definition and stakes
Sunrise, the daily appearance of the sun above the horizon, has long symbolized renewal, hope, and the interaction of light and time. Authors from diverse backgrounds have captured its essence, from Bill Nye’s scientific wonder—comparing it to the enduring "star spangled banner"—to L. Mühlbach’s respectful portrayal of its divine radiance.
Writers like Stephen Graham contrasted sunrise’s promise of future beauty with sunset’s nostalgic reflection, while others, such as Ian Maclaren, depicted its slow emergence as a victory over darkness. These varied perspectives, whether poetic, philosophical, or observational, collectively portray sunrise as a universal yet deeply personal phenomenon, connecting the natural and the symbolic.
Quotes about “sunrise”
“ I stood in the waist on the weather side, watching the gradual breaking of the day, and the first streaks of the early light. Much has been said of the sunrise at sea; but it will not compare with the sunrise on shore. It wants the accompaniments of the songs of birds, the awakening hum of men, and the glancing of the first beams upon trees, hills, spires, and house-tops, to give it life and spirit. ”
Chautauqua Institution, The Chautauquan, Vol. 05, October 1884…
“ Thus sunset was described as the sun growing old, decaying, dying; the sunrise as night giving birth to a brilliant, beautiful child. Spring was Sol greeting the happy earth with a warm embrace, and showering his treasures into the lap of nature. Rivers, fountains, grottoes, forests, mountains, rain, storm, the ocean, fire, thunder clouds and the heavenly bodies were all clothed with the attributes of living beings, and all descriptions of them were myths. ”
“ The sun is like the star spangled banner—as it is "still there." You get up to-morrow morning just before sunrise and look away toward the east, and keep on looking in that direction, and at last you will, see a fine sight, if what I have been told is true. If the sunrise is as grand as the sunset, it indeed must be one of nature's most sublime phenomena. ”
L. Mühlbach, Mohammed Ali and His House
“ The light of day still shines, as through a veil, but a rosy hue gradually overspreads the heavens, and, at last, the sun rises, in all its splendor from out the sea, as on the first morning of creation, and on each succeeding morning since, comes this holy, ever-renewed mystery of the sunrise, that tells of the surpassing glory of God. ”
Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews, August First
“ Those early on the hill-side see the gray lighten and watch it flush to rose—the advent of the day-spring—and go on picking flowers. They of the clocks are one day older—these have seen a sunrise. There is the difference. ”
Ian Maclaren,
Graham of Claverhouse
“ One is sunrise, when there is first a grayness in the east, and then the clouds begin to redden, and afterwards a joyful brightness heralds the appearing of the sun as he drives in rout the reluctant rearguard of the night. ”
Stephen Graham,
A Tramp's Sketches
“ And running with me, he clambered upon a rock and outstretched his arms to the sun as if he were a woman looking to a strong man."Greater is the glory of sunrise than the glory of sunset, for the sunrise promises what shall be, whereas the sunset only tells the glory of the past. The sunrise promises beautiful days, the sunset looks back upon beauty as if there were nothing in the future to compare with what has just departed." ”
Harry Alverson Franck,
Roaming Through the West Indies
“ But dawn and sunrise have a grandeur and at the same time a delicacy, as if the light were filtered through gauze upon the green-bespangled earth, which even the gorgeous sunsets and the evanescent twilight cannot equal. ”
Angus Buchanan, Exploration of Aïr (1921)
“ Particularly at sunrise or sunset is the view fair, when short-lived lights rest on the broad rugged surface of mountain-side scene, and dip delicately into the valleys to be absorbed by lurking shadows. ”
Jean-Charles Houzeau,
The White Terror in Texas and my escape…
“ In the morning, at sunrise, the plain often offers special effects of mirage. Objects on the horizon are two images, both straight: the silhouette of the dunes, by splitting, crowns the first ridge of a second one. ”
Various, Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol…
“ There is more of light than shadow, and we feel it as we look at matchless sunrise and sunset, glinting stars, deep green of forest, lighter color of meadow and grain field, and the sunbeams chased by the wind across hillside and valley. ”
George B. McClellan, The Mexican War diary of George B. McClellan (1917)
“ We started at sunrise, and it was a sunrise well worthy of the day. A cloud obscured the sun at first, but it seemed a cloud of the brightest, purest gold, and the whole east was tinged with a hue which would defy the art of man to imitate. ”
Henry A. Beers,
Initial Studies in American Letters
“ I see the spectacle of morning from the hill-top over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. ”
Robert Louis Stevenson,
Essays of Travel
“ To trace the fires of the sunrise as they pass from peak to peak, to see the unlit tree-tops stand out soberly against the lighted sky, to be for twenty minutes in a wonderland of clear, fading shadows, disappearing vapours, solemn blooms of dawn, hills half glorified already with the day and still half confounded with the greyness of the western heaven—these will seem to repay you for the discomforts of that early start ”
James Branch Cabell,
Gallantry: Dizain des Fetes Galantes
“ On the other hand, there is every evening a lavishly arranged sunset, like gratis fireworks, and each morning (I am credibly informed) a sunrise of which poets and energetic people are pleased to speak highly; while every year spring comes in, like a cosmical upholsterer, and refurnishes the entire place, and makes us glad to live. ”
Berthold Auerbach,
On the Heights: A Novel
“ You said: 'The sunrise is far more elevating, but I don't know what one can do to have the rest of the day in keeping with the lofty mood thus inspired. Sunset is better for us, because the world then veils itself and allows us to rest. ”
Louisa Clayton, The One Great Reality
“ Then it gives us a wonderful picture of the sunrise and compares it to "a bridegroom coming out of his chamber." You have seen the first streaks of light in the early morning, and then you have watched the onward course of the sun till it is high up in the sky at mid-day, full of power, "rejoicing as a strong man to run a race." ”
Florence Caddy, Household Organization
“ This shows an astonishing contrariety of disposition on the part of persons of refined sensations, so completely does it reverse the order of nature, which gives us the early sunshine for our enjoyment. Sunrise is the only beautiful natural spectacle that we modern English do not care about, except once or twice in our lives, when we get a shivering glimpse of it from an altitude of many thousand feet above the level of the sea. ”
Walt Whitman,
Poems by Walt Whitman
“ Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can walk undisturbed; ”
Smith Burnham, Hero Tales from History
“ In other parts of the world, what is called the sunset is just the turning away of one side of the earth from the sun; and sunrise is the whirling round of that side into the sunlight again. What is called night is the time when the sun is shining on the other side of the earth. ”
Ada Cambridge,
The Three Miss Kings: An Australian Story
“ Now that they see it no more, they have passionate memories of their beloved bay, seen through a frame of rustling leaves from that lofty platform—how it looked in the dawn and sunrise, in the intensely blue noon, in the moonlight nights, and when gales and tempests were abroad, and how it sounded in the hushed darkness when they woke out of their sleep to listen to it—the rhythmic fall of breaking waves on the rocks below, the tremulous boom that filled the air and seemed to shake the foundations of the solid earth. ”
George MacDonald,
Phantastes
(1858)
“ Not knowing what change might follow next, I thought it high time to get up; and, springing from the bed, my bare feet alighted upon a cool green sward; and although I dressed in all haste, I found myself completing my toilet under the boughs of a great tree, whose top waved in the golden stream of the sunrise with many interchanging lights, and with shadows of leaf and branch gliding over leaf and branch, as the cool morning wind swung it to and fro, like a sinking sea-wave. ”
Covington Hall, Songs of Love and Rebellion — The ruined gate (1915)
“ The sunshine and the shadow lengthen with the dying day, And, like a dream, the daylight vanishes from earth away. The western sky is covered with a web of beauty spun By fairy hands, and woven from the life-tide of the sun. ”
Henry Pettit, A Twentieth Century Idealist
“ An early morning, the atmosphere clear and transparent, with fleecy clouds pure and chaste, late draperies of the flying night, so delicately refined in form and shade, with light and shadow, that with the birth of a new day the resurrection from the dawn became brilliant with color. Every cloud and celestial vista, every hillside, undulation, meadow, stream, stone, branch, leaf and leaflet gave its own responsive reflection of the Brightness of the Coming. ”
“ Forth marches Sunshine gorgeously through earth,By health attended, and life-giving mirth,And heralded by Spring. Light through the untrack'd air,Pursues its course authentic; hill and daleRejoice, and Nature cries, "All hail!"As if a king were there. [14] The elevated lawns,Where first the day comes, and where last retires,Rejoicing seem; their light the mind inspires,And thought, like morning, dawns. The wild, yet artless breeze,Now, in the ear of Nature, sings its song,Wandering green fields and flowery banks among,And over shadowy seas. ”
William Hone,
The Every-day Book and Table Book…
“ It is there that he gazes upon the gorgeous sunset,—the evening star following with silvery lamp the fading day, or the moon showering her pale lustre through the balmy night air, with a fancy that kindles and soars into the heavens before him,—there, that we have all felt the charm of woods and green fields, and solitary boughs waving in the golden sunshine, or darkening in the melancholy beauty of evening shadows. ”
Flora Annie Webster Steel,
King-Errant
“ Out on the hills, the still dawn must be stepping softly so as not to waken the world too soon ... soft, sandalled feet among the snow-set flowers....The mere thought of it was sufficient to rouse him thoroughly. He rose, passed to the window, and thrust his young body into the chill air of dawn. All shadow! A deeper shadow in the valley, a lighter shadow in the encircling hills, and above it all the clear, grey, pellucid shadow of the sky. ”
Richard A. Proctor,
Flowers of the Sky
“ When the sun rises in splendour above the eastern horizon, tinting the sky with varied colours, lighting up the clouds which till then have been but dark patches on the heavens, bringing out the colours of hill and dale, rock and river, fields and woods, the heart gladdens at the spectacle. A pleasing melancholy falls on us as the light fades away at eventide, tint after tint vanishing, until at length the gloom of night enshrouds all. ”
Hugh Miller,
The Cruise of the Betsey
“ The sun, low in the sky,—for the hour was early,—cast its slant rays athwart the prospect, giving to each nearer bank and hillock, and to the more distant protuberances on the mountain-sides, those well-defined accompaniments of shadow that serve by throwing the minor features of a landscape upon the eye in bold relief, to impart to it an air of higher finish and more careful filling up than it ever bears under a more vertical light. ”
Nathaniel Parker Willis,
Sketches
“ Morn breaketh in the east. The purple cloudsAre putting on their gold and violet,To look the meeter for the sun’s bright coming.Sleep is upon the waters and the wind;And nature, from the tremulous forest leafTo her majestic master, sleeps. As yetThere is no mist upon the deep blue sky,And the clear dew is on the blushing bosomsOf crimson roses, in a holy rest. ”
Isabella Lucy Bird,
A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains
(1879-1880)
“ The sunset has passed through every stage of beauty, through every glory of colour, through riot and triumph, through pathos and tenderness, into a long, dreamy, painless rest, succeeded by the profound solemnity of the moonlight, and a stillness broken only by the night cries of beasts in the aromatic forests. ”
James John Hissey, Over Fen and Wold
“ The blue sky overhead flecked with the lightest of summer clouds, the buoyant air, the sun-steeped landscape, the general brightness and cheerfulness of the day, impressed us with an indefinable but very real joyousness and light-heartedness. ”
Hamilton Wright Mabie,
Legends That Every Child Should Know…
“ When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes when the rest of the landscape is cloudless they will gather a hood of gray vapours about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory. ”
Various, The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17…
“ In the cold, gray atmosphere, such as that of most of our afternoons now, the landscape lies dark,—brown, and in a much deeper shadow than if it were clothed in green. But, perchance, a gleam of sun falls on a certain spot of distant shrubbery or woodland, and we see it brighten with many hues, standing forth prominently from the dimness around it. The sunlight gradually spreads, and the whole sombre scene is changed to a motley picture,—the sun bringing out many shades of color, and converting its gloom to an almost laughing cheerfulness. ”
William Hazlitt, The Collected Works of William Hazlitt…
“ The colours with which he paints seem yet wet and breathing, like those of the living statue in the Winter’s Tale. Nature in his descriptions is seen growing around us, fresh and lusty as in itself. We feel the effect of the atmosphere, its humidity or clearness, its heat or cold, the glow of summer, the gloom of winter, the tender promise of the spring, the full overshadowing foliage, the declining pomp and deepening tints of autumn. ”
“ But, oh! the night---the cool, luxurious night, Which closes round us when the day grows dim, And the sun sinks from his meridian height, Behind the ocean's occidental rim! Clouds, in thin streaks of purple, green and red, Gather around his setting, and absorb The last rich rays of glory, that are shed, In wide profusion, from his failing orb. ”
Lafcadio Hearn,
Two years in the French West Indies
“ How gratefully comes the evening to us,—with its violet glooms and promises of coolness! All this sensuous blending of warmth and force in winds and waters more and more suggests an idea of the spiritualism of elements,—a sense of world-life. In all these soft sleepy swayings, these caresses of wind and sobbing of waters, Nature seems to confess some passional mood. ”
Rachel Harriette Busk, Patrañas; or, Spanish Stories, Legendary and Traditional
“ In the blazing heat and dazzling light of noonday he can cover the heavens with the darkness of night. When the sky is one even blue, without assistance of wind or clouds, he can draw rain from a barren heaven. ”
Abigail Stanley Hanna, Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland
“ The sun, as he unlocks the rosy gates of the east, and comes forth to run his glad journey across the sky, diffusing light and warmth upon the vegetable world beneath, moves with the utmost regularity, giving to each succeeding year, "the seasons and their changes." ”
Joanna E. Wood,
The Untempered Wind
“ The spring advanced. Each evening whispered of a new beauty, each night saw the birth of a new mystery, each morning revealed it in nature's mirror, each day bespoke some completion of beauty, some fulfillment of hope. ”
Looking toward sunset (1881)
“ Looking upon the world as a mere spectacle of beauty, I find its attractions increasing. I notice more than I ever did the gorgeous phantasmagoria of sunsets, the magical changes of clouds, the endless varieties of form and color in the flowers of garden and field, and the shell-flowers of the sea. Something of tenderness mingles with the admiration excited by all this fair array of earth, like the lingering, farewell gaze we bestow on scenes from which we are soon to part. ”
Charlotte Smith,
Elegiac Sonnets, and Other Poems…
(1800)
“ The sighing summer-wind forgets to blow. As sinks the day-star in the rosy West, The silent wave, with rich reflection glows: Alas! can tranquil nature give me rest, Or scenes of beauty sooth me to repose? ”
William T. Palmer, The English Lakes
“ It is a summer evening; the sky is packed with loose clouds; the sun’s rays, pouring through an archway left between two grey masses, merely touch the mountain-tops and are reflected down into the hollow glen about us. ”
Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer, Eugene Aram (1832)
“ The sun was sinking to repose, and the whole landscape lay before them bathed in light, till a cloud passing overhead, darkened the heavens just immediately above them, and one of those beautiful sun showers, that rather characterize the spring than autumn, began to fall ”
