Quotes About Dusk

It is Tuesday, near dusk. Night creeps in and strips colors from the scene. Everything is purplish. There have been many Tuesdays in the Minotaur's life. He wonders how this one will end.

Long ruddy rays touched the surface of the lake, where black swans haunted the shores, shrouded among rigid spears of reds. The swans sang to the approaching night, and to Khaster, it sounded like a lament for the end of the world.

Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

But leave me a little love, A voice to speak to me in the day end, A hand to touch me in the dark room Breaking the long loneliness. In the dusk of day-shapes Blurring the sunset, One little wandering, western star Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow. Let me go to the window, Watch there the day-shapes of dusk And wait and know the coming Of a little love. —Carl Sandburg, from "At the Window," Chicago Poems (Dover Publications, 1994)

El cielo se apagaba sobre la ciudad con nubes en tránsito.

When dusk falls,' he said, 'you seem to revive…' She took a sip of beer and looked him in the eyes. 'I'm a night creature.' 'No need to convince me.

There's not a night time or day time in this world. It's always in-between. Like dawn or dusk, without a sun in the sky. I sit down. The ground is wet and fleshy. I rub my hand on it. It is warm. It's Stacy's flesh. I must be at the bottom of their world, where the earth meets her body.

Cap'n, who ran the boat dock when he wasn't asleep on the pure with a bottle of beer in his hand, was just pushing off in his dinghy to check his crab pots. Michele decided he didn't know much about kids or he would have asked them if they had permission to head out to sea at dusk. Of course it was hard for them to ask John when he had gone to Belhaven to pick up some people who had come over on the ferry from Ocracoke to see the play.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

No, I don't think so. There was still plenty of light. I got there at

We rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

The light which still shone was derived mainly from a large hole in the western bank of cloud; it was like a piece of day left behind by accident, dusk having closed in elsewhere.

She knew how to hit to a hair's-breadth that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leaving absolute mental liberty.

Stia cum sa prinda, in ultimul moment, acea clipa a inserarii, cand lumina si intunericul sunt atat de bine echilibrate, incat ziua ce scade si noaptea ce pluteste Inca nehotarata in aer se neutralizeaza una pe cealalta, ingaduind gandurilor sa zboare neingradite.

It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn't been smoking much and it wasn't headlights – but before she turned away, he could swear he saw light falling on her face, the orange light just after sunset that catches a face turned to the west, watching the ocean for someone to come in on the last wave of the day, in to shore and safety.

here in the Rue Rossini, there comes to Slothrop the best feeling dusk in a foreign city can bring: just where the sky's light balances the electric lamplight in the street, just before the first star, some promise of events without cause, surprises, a direction at right angles to every direction his life has been able to find up till now.

The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.

Arnold sat on his porch, watching the sun die a phoenix death, bruising the clouds as it struggled to stay afloat in the evening sky.

The sky is the sea glittering with minnows caught in the nets of the rain, a flute at dusk is a lover's tongue in the ear, an eye is a talon, a cinder, a star.

This veil Of lavender and dawn Floats off Invisible, And this of purple noon Unwinds in wisdom, And this of evening Twitters, undulates, Dips, darts, And this of night Circles around me singing To the very edge and presence of the young moon-- And it brushes the tip Like lips Three times.

Dusk came over the hill to me, Holding a red moon, And I danced with her, Feeling and following her starry steps, Till she turned and gave the moon To the swarthy night-- And slipped away without explaining.

Bridge; candles were being lit in the four-storey houses

Yet even the brightest of sunrises must come to an end.