Quotes About Sunset

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.

Let every dawn of morning be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.

The intensest feeling of the beauty of a cloud lighted by the setting sun, is no hindrance to my knowing that the cloud is a vapour of water, subject to all the laws of vapours in a state of suspension; and I am just as likely to allow for, and act on, these physical laws whenever there is occasion to do so, as if I had been incapable of perceiving any distinction between beauty and ugliness.

A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;... Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow; Even in its very motion there was rest...

The sun sets in the west (just about everyone knows that), but Sunset Towers faced east. Strange!

Toward evening, Harriet found herself thinking the oddest thoughts: that twilight is not really dark. It's gray. The sun gone, the world turns gray, without emotion, without color. It seemed a fitting time for a little girl to slip free of all this pain, to let go.

Ultima nostalgie: a te duce la fund cu soarele

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

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

For that mist may break when the sun is high And this soul forget its sorrow And the rose ray of the closing day May promise a brighter morrow.

So sunset hath the richest sky, So saints look happiest as they die.

Of course, it's true that sometimes the pink at sunrise somehow seems brighter than the pink at sunset, and that when you're feeling down the the landscape seems darker too - you see things through the filter of your own sensibility. But the things themselves, out there, they don't change. They existed, and that's all there is to it.

Nei momenti più insignificanti, mentre sono in cucina a preparare la cena, o quando guardo il tramonto, a volte divento terribilmente malinconica, proprio come se un grosso grumo di tristezza mi fosse tutt'a un tratto penetrato dentro.

The sky sinks slowly inside the past.

It was a perfect summer's evening. Shade from the trees along the fence line stretched over the grass and a gentle breeze wafted. Crickets hummed in the shrubbery and, above the whole scene, a spectacular sunset spread its pretty bloom over the sky.

The muffled tongue of Big Ben tolled nine by the clock as the cortege left the palace, but on history's clock it was sunset, and the sun of the old world was setting in a dying blaze of splendor never to be seen again.

Twilight, how gentle you are and how tender! The rosy lights that still linger on the horizon, like the last agony of day under the conquering might of its night; the flaring candle-flames that stain with dull red the last glories of the sunset; the heavy draperies that an invisible hand draws out of the depths of the East, mimic all those complex feelings that war on one another in the heart of man at the solemn moments of life.

I watched her departure, as one watches a sunset. She went like a radiance through the dark wood, which was henceforth bright to me, from simply knowing that such a creature was in it.

It was evening. The sun was below the horizon; but his rosy beams yet illuminated a feathery cloud, that floated high above the world. I arose, I reached the cloud; and, throwing myself upon it, floated with it in sight of the sinking sun. He sank, and the cloud grew gray; but the grayness touched not my heart. It carried its rose-hue within; for now I could love without needing to be loved again.

There are as many kinds of anger as there are of the sunsets with which they ought to end

I took me to the Banks of the River, and tarried there awhile, as the lowering Sun made one with the Water, giving generously of Itself & its Diverse Colors, in a Splay of Magnificence that preceded a most wonderful Silence.

When sunset, like a crimson throat to hell, is cavernous... ("A Wine of Wizardry")