Quotes About Dusk

Slowly the golden memory of the dead sun fades from the hearts of the cold, sad clouds. Silent, like sorrowing children, the birds have ceased their song, and only the moorhen's plaintive cry and the harsh croak of the corncrake stirs the awed hush around the couch of waters, where the dying day breathes out her last.

The air was still. It was that hour before evening when the sun sheds great horizontal beams just above the horizon and the air itself reveals levels of dust and insect life previously unthought of.

If you stand / there long enough the air will thicken / with dusk and dust and exhaust / and finally with / a starless dark. The day will become something / it's never been before, something for / which I have no name.

Now she's lit by the warm orange spreading from the horizon as not-quite-day, becomes not-quite-night

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

It's over when you decide it's over, she says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

You were the sun, and I wasn't even the moon.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Cocorii albi de pe baticul tinerei Inamura zburar? în amurgul care-i mai z?bovea sub pleoape.

Its getting late early

They sat on the boarding house porch and saw the sun plunge into the same crack in the earth from which the night emerged.

The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky.

fangosa. El paisaje es agresivo, y reina en él un silencio de muerte. Al atardecer, sin embargo

Solan is descending in the sky...

The moon rose, and the moon set; And the stars rushed up and whirled and set; And again they swarmed, after a shaft of sunlight; And the dark blue dusk closed above him, like an ocean of regret.

People who played action video games have better vision in the sort of conditions where there is not much contrast. It can make all the difference when driving at dusk, or in fog, in being able, for instance, to see a dog crossing the road in twilight.

The sun is setting when I arrive back at Accent Collectibles

There's no lights

Dating is like nightfall--there's got to be a mourning after.

I was a shadow among shadows brooding over the fate of other shadows that I alone strove to summon up out of the all-pervading dusk.

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

It's—it's always lightest j-just before the dark.

A caress is to a shiver as dusk is to a lightning flash.

Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.