Quotes About Dusk

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.

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down.

The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.

Whether to play, or to ride Those winds that clamour of approaching night.

It was at the moment of the fall of day when every man may pass as handsome and every woman as comely.

One needs confidence in the morning and courage at night.

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Il y a au centre africain un lac peuplé d'insectes mâles et qui ne savent que mourir à la fin du jour

the hot glare of evening winked into the chill glow of dusk in a heartbeat

Siempre resplandece el cielo antes del anochecer.

Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood. —Donald Justice, "The Evening of the Mind

Outside, it was coming on night. Twilight. "The magic time," his daddy called it, "the make-a-wish moment between the dark and the light.

And the dusk, the gritty Southern grayness of it, its harsh gathering, stopped Joe Howard from seeing out beyond the solitude of his own reflection, a soldier's reflection: dark hair, a trimmed mustache, eyes he didn't bother looking into, and farther down from them, the ghostly shadow of a khaki uniform, of lieutenant's bars and a medal. There was no brain, no blood, no bone, no friend called L. C. Hoover sprayed all over this Joe Howard Wilson—at least not anymore.

The sun was beginning to fade, though, and the air - slightly chilled as it slid through the trees - carried with it just the barest hint of rain.

Twilight was rising beyond the window, from field and wood and river. People spoke of night falling, but it didn't, really. Darkness rose, filling first the hollows, then shadowing the slopes, creeping imperceptibly up tree trunks and fenceposts as night swallowed the ground and rose up to join the greater dark of the star-spread sky above

crepuscle, the mysterious half-light that comes at both ends of the day, when the small secret things come out to feed. There

'Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk,' that's my big Emperor album.

Pur non avendo il crepuscolo ancora ceduto il passo alla notte, le scintille del falò luccicavano come fatui frammenti di stelle. Marie, la testa sulle ginocchia, pensava che anche la sua vita era come quei guizzi luminosi che si spegnevano in un batter d'occhio.

She came to the ranch on one of the first pale chilly days of an autumn, hired to cook for us for a few months, and stayed on in our lives for almost three years. Her time with us is a strange season all mist and dusk and half-seen silhouettes, half-heard cries. there is nothing like it in the sortings of my memory.

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of this evening painting session I go bowling in one of the neighbouring villages, but not very often.

Darkness, you know, is relative.

I loathed having to screw myself up to emergencies late in the day. Such things should take place in the early morning. It was like going over the top in France; I didn't mind it so much when it happened during a drizzling dawn, when one was anyhow depressed and only half-awake, but I abominated an attack in the cold-blooded daylight, or in the dusk when one wanted to relax.