Quotes About Evening

It was @ 1900h., not yet true twilight, but the only thing left of the sunset was a snout just over Newton, and the places under long shadows were cold, and a certain kind of melancholy sadness was insinuating itself into the grounds' light.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

In Paris on a chilly evening late in October of 1985 I first became fully aware that the struggle with the disorder in my mind--a struggle which had engaged me for several months--might have a fatal outcome.

But I did not write any such letter that evening. Because when I returned to the house I encountered Sophie in the flesh for the first time and fell, if not instantaneously, then swiftly and fathomlessly in love with her. It was a love which, as time wore on that summer, I realized had many reasons for laying claim to my existence.

All the adult family was present except Beth, Paul's wife, who was sharing Keren's lonely vigil in the cottage over the hill. Despised by Keren in life, Beth could yet not bear the thought of allowing her to lie untended all through the summer evening.

Este método de vida respondía exactamente a las máximas del poeta Blake: «Pensar por la mañana, actuar al mediodía, comer por la tarde y dormir por la noche».

There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?

I asked the girl if she could bring a sister for me. She did. Sister Maria Teresa. It was a very slow evening. We discussed the New Testament. We agreed that He was very well adjusted for an only child.

The sun was beginning to pull the curtains on the day.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

I went to the theatre with the author of a successful play. He insisted on explaining everything. He told me what to watch, the details of the direction, the errors of the property man, the foibles of the star. He anticipated all of my surprises and ruined the evening. Never again! And mark you, the greatest author of all made no such mistake.

The freedom of the city"a phrase he had somewhere heardechoed in his mind. The freedom of the city! A magnificent saying, Electric signs, first burning wanly in the pink air, then brightened and grew strong. "Not light, but rather darkness visible," in that magic hour that just holds the balance between paling day and the spendthrift jewellery of evening.

My words verge on silence like great birds that disappear into the early evening: their strenuous white wings carry off the intense sweetness of dusk, visible then in starlight. My words turn toward the night with no look back at what is lost or won, or what is missing, — Cinto Vitier, from "Greater Solitude," transl. Kathleen Weaver, Image: Art, Faith, Mystery (no. 65, Spring 2010)

Every day it will be the same thing: at dusk I begin to feel melancholy and pensive.

Happiness is singing together when day is through, and happiness is those who sing with you. Happiness is morning and evening, daytime and nighttime too...for happiness is anyone and anything at all that's loved by you.

One gave oneself time, one lost oneself, one followed the sun, one fell asleep so often on a bed of straw, and now, how fresh is the memory of wind one might say that the rain hissed a long silence and it was as if in the evening gods were born but so small that the birds pecked them like grain.

The sun, having set not too long ago, left a purplish stain on the sky.

Out into the cool of the evening strolls the pretender. He knows that all his hopes and dreams begin and end there.

what an ennobling sadness you lent to my evening's enjoyment.

Returning home on the evening of his engagement he had bewildered Mrs. Tims by seizing her as she stood in front of the kitchen-stove, a frying-pan full of sausages in her hand, and waltzing her round the kitchen, frying-pan and all. Subsequently five of the six sausages had been recovered; but the sixth was not retrieved until the next morning when, in dusting, Mrs. Tims discovered it on the mantelpiece.

The sun set without pomp—it just got dark.

El Merkel de siempre. Es editorialista de un gran periódico, y a menudo escribe artículos de tono apocalíptico, que pretenden ser tomados en serio y en ocasiones lo merecen incluso. Mal afeitado y tembloroso por las mañanas, pero siempre elegante al atardecer, y dotado de un humorismo que se enciende al mismo tiempo que los faroles.

Have I drunk too much? Merely a cup of poison for my breakfast and another for my dinner," Cardan says.