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Quotes About Dusk

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.
~ Steve Martin
This was at dusk, in mid-October. And she left. I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep without turning on the light. I was awakened by the feeling that the octopus was there. Groping in the dark, I barely managed to turn on the light. My pocket watch showed two o'clock in the morning. I was falling ill when I went to bed, and I woke up sick. It suddenly seemed to me that the autumn darkness would push through the glass and pour into the room, and I would drown in it as in ink.
~ Mikhail Bulgakov
Já compreendemos que a aurora e o poente são os momentos em que goza liberdade peculiar; quando sua antiga natureza se manifesta sem nenhuma força controladora subjugá-la e impedir que fale conosco ou mesmo a incite a agir contra nós. Esse estado começa aproximadamente meia hora antes do amanhecer ou do crepúsculo e dura até o sol estar alto ou enquanto as nuvens ainda reluzem com os raios no horizonte.
~ Bram Stoker
The boys sat in front of your house at dusk, the boys who still had parents. Sometimes they held Marlboros out the car Windows and even If they didn't, sparks fell from their hands.
~ Brenda Hillman
Standing still at dusk Listen . . . in far distances The song of froglings!
~ Buson
The sun set, which is everyday magic...
~ Terry Pratchett
Red sky at night, the city's alight.
~ Terry Pratchett
He glanced at the sun which, old professional that it was, chose that moment to drop below the horizon.
~ Terry Pratchett
Hace mucho tiempo, cuando las mujeres fueron pájaros, existía el sencillo entendimiento de que cantar en la madrugada o cantar al atardecer era curar al mundo a través de la dicha. Los pájaros aún recuerdan lo que nosotras hemos olvidado, que el mundo está hecho para ser celebrado.
~ Terry Tempest Williams
Dusk—of a summer night.
~ Theodore Dreiser
Nightfall. "What a strange word. 'Night' I get. But 'fall' is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To carpet the earth with their dying blaze. Tears fall, like liquid diamonds Shimmering softly, before they melt away. Night doesn't fall here. It comes slamming down.
~ Karen Marie Moning
Dusk I feel my heart melting in the mildness like candles: my veins are slow oil and not wine, and I feel my life fleeing hushed and gentle like the gazelle.
~ Gabriela Mistral
The evening is come; rise up, ye youths. Vesper from Olympus now at last is just raising his long-looked-for light.
~ Gaius Valerius Catullus
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night.
~ Bruce Springsteen
When we left, the sun was taking its evening dip, slipping down into the ocean inch by inch like a fat woman afraid of the water.
~ Budd Schulberg
En el interior afectaban el alma, especialmente cuando llegaban las horas calladas y suaves del ocaso; entonces, la memoria formaba sus cristales igual que el claro hielo suele formarse de crepúsculo sin ruido.
~ Herman Melville
Il est des soirs de printemps dont le crépuscule outrepasse les limites que lui prescrit l'astronomie.
~ Hermann Broch
soon as rosy-fingered morning came forth from the first grey dawn
~ Homer
But the recurrent ambiguity of the American tale of the supernatural reveals both a fascination with the possibility of numinous experience and a perplexity about whether there was, in fact, anything numinous to be experienced. Writers often delighted in leading readers into, but not out of, the haunted dusk of the borderland.
~ Howard Kerr
It was a maddening image and the only way to whip it was to hang on until dusk and banish the ghosts with rum.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
The sun was going down behind the scrub hills northwest of the city. A good Kristofferson tune was croaking out of the radio. We cruised back to town through the warm dusk, relaxed on the red leather seats of our electric white Coupe de Ville.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
In the evening darkness doesn't really fall, it rises. When
~ Ian Fleming
It's dusk in the second Age of Reason. We were wonderful, but now we are doomed.
~ Ian Mcewan
This time she paused to peer out of the window at the dusk and wonder where her sister was. Drowned in the lake, ravished by gypsies, struck by a passing motor car, she thought ritually, a sound principal being that nothing was ever as one imagined it, and this was an efficient means of excluding the worst.
~ Ian Mcewan