Quotes About Evening

The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end. — Jack Gilbert, "Waking at Night," The Dance Most of All: Poems . ( Knopf; First Edition edition April 7, 2009)

As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.

dignity shortly after dark. While they were

You can hear a lot of things if you put your ear to the ground at eventide.

Learning to live with evening, or rest, as a top priority is an ongoing process. Many times I ask God to help me reprioritize, make time for physical rest and put "evening" back where it belongs.

Midday passed, and they continued their frantic prophesying until the time for the evening sacrifice. But there was no response, no one answered, no one paid attention. (1 Kings 18:26–29)

In the evening of life we shall be judged on love, and not one of us is going to come off very well, and were it not for my absolute faith in the loving forgiveness of my Lord I could not call on him to come.

The evening of this perfect May Day was of a loveliness comparable with the hours that had preceded it. In certain subtle respects it was even more beautiful, just as in certain ways sleep is more beautiful than waking and death than life.

It was to have been a quiet evening at home.

You are radiant this evening. You are absolutely breathtaking.

Like my evening walk.

Turn your phone off at 8:00 p.m. Give yourself some evening time for real things. And banish all technology from your bedroom.

It was curious how quiet that last evening was; as if I had already left, and we were just two ghosts talking to each other.

The moment of twilight is simply beautiful.

Forgive me if I wander a little this evening, for I have been all day employ'd in a very abstract Poem and I am in deep love with you—two things which must excuse me.

Kay Schaffer was drawn to the window of her Dayton, Ohio, house by an early evening ruckus of crows. The birds cawed wildly as they took flight before settling in a large tree where they looked down upon a dead crow. After twenty minutes, the gathering quietly dispersed. Two weeks later, the dead crow was still untouched, but something or someone had surrounded the corpse with an outline of sticks. -Gifts of the Crow

Happy are those who don't fear to see the sun go down, but instead look forward to watching the stars come out.

The evening had been pleasant, but I felt roiled and muddy, my mind like river-silt stirred up from its beds.

The dying light was in his hair, and his face was sweet with evening.

Does the light still slant into my chamber in the evening, just before it disappears below the city's roofs? Do you miss me? Even a little? Does anyone ever go and stand before my portrait?

Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.

I know who opens the door to the jasmine tree as it makes our dreams blossom for the evening's guests.

Wir schweigen am frühen Morgen des Tages, weil Gott das erste Wort haben soll und wir schweigen vor dem Schlafengehen, weil Gott auch das letzte Wort gehört.

despite the wounds from which he still suffers, the author of Reveries displays a remarkable serenity here; it is the calm after the storm, the evening glow, the feeling perhaps that despite everything, something was accomplished.