Quotes About Dusk

Blazing in Gold and quenching in PurpleLeaping like Leopards to the Sky…And the Juggler of Day is gone.

The sorrow of war inside a soldier's heart was in a strange way similar to the sorrow of love. It was a kind of nostalgia, like the immense sadness of a world at dusk. It was a daness, a missing, a pain which could send one soaring back into the past. The sorrow of the battlefield could not normally be pinpointed to one particular event, or even one person. If you focused on any one event it would soon become a tearing pain.

Afterwards they went down the garden together to pick peas for supper, and to dream their dreams in the summer dusk.

A glance out the window showed the police car's headlights glowing lemon through the violet-hued dusk

Dusk fell, and from the sacred oak-tree by the Scaean Gate the two vultures were gone; god and goddess, for the moment, reconciled.

once more, I am flat out on a slab of oolitic limestone, absorbing the dusk leaking blue through its tall net of branches

But for now there was this, and it was enough, it was more than they could have hoped for: the two of them in their stone corner, their dark clothes bleeding into the dusk, lights being kindled across the city, and a few pale stars in the sky.

It was raining when Amarelle Parathis went out just after sunset to find a drink, and there was strange magic in the rain. It came down in pale lavenders and coppers and reds, soft lines like liquid dusk that turned luminescent mist on the warm pavement. The air itself felt like champagne bubbles breaking against the skin. Over the dark shapes of distant rooftops, blue-white lightning blazed, and stuttering thunder chased it.

They sat in companionable silence for a few moments after that, while the sun settled into its downward arc in the west and long shadows began to creep across the face of the city.

There's something about old houses at sunset...they are ghosts made of wood, softening in the dusk that comes upon them like a tide.

... but the longest day hath its evening.

Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the affairs of children. Civilization is cruel in sending them to bed at the most stimulating time of dusk.

By the time they got to Denholm Street, day had been beaten back and the night was soaking through the city.

The horizon was beginning to charcoal. What was left of the blackness above was nothing now but a scribble, and disappearing fast.

People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends

And now, at dusk, outside my window, the trees shake their heads like disco dancers in the strobe lights of nightlife long ago.

The steep tiled roof had grown dark and mossy with age and rain. The triangular wooden frames fitted into the gables were intricately carved, the light that slanted through them and fell in patterns on the floor was full of secrets. Wolves. Flowers. Iguanas. Changing shape as the sun moved through the sky. Dying punctually at Dusk.

I realized I'd only seen him at night in dim, flattering restaurant lighting. The sun was not his friend.

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.

The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle.

He left her on the tow-path and began the long walk back to barracks. As he trudged along in the fast-gathering dusk his mood grew bleaker. Females created nothing but trouble.

En tus ojos hay la tristeza de una puesta de sol indecisa." Pasaje de La «tournée» de Dios Enrique Jardiel Poncela

There was day, and there was dusk. It is time to let the night come.