Quotes About Sunset

Living in a holler, the sun gets around to you late in the day, and leaves you early.

Living in a holler, the sun gets around to you late in the day, and leaves you early. Like much else you might want.

At sunrise it always seems like you've got a good crack at getting everything done, but at sunset you know that you didn't.

Layers of orange like a buttermilk pie cooling on the horizon.

You should at least wear a life jacket, she scolded. If I do go over and watch my boat sail off into the sunset, I told her, I don't relish the idea of hanging about for several days while my flesh is slowly picked by fish, like some kind of oceanic bird feeder.

Cherish sunsets, wild creatures, and wild places. Have a love affair with the wonder and beauty of the earth!

A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

These days I love to take in the sunset because every time I do so I remember how lucky I am to be alive. That's a great relationship to have with the setting sun.

CHAPTER 16 The sun had set by the time Brambleclaw led Stormfur and Brook through the thorn tunnel into the ThunderClan camp. Shadows lay thickly in the

where there is more water than you could possibly imagine, like a river that has only one bank, and it's too salty to drink. Every night it swallows the sun in a flash of fire, bleeding into the waves without a sound.

Instead, he came to a skidding, terrified halt on the edge of a huge cliff. Steep sandy slopes fell away barely a mouse-length in front of his paws. Waves crashed at the bottom, and stretching out ahead of him was a heaving expanse of blue-green water. The sun was sinking into it on the horizon, its flames so bright that Brambleclaw had to narrow his eyes against them. The orange fire burned a path like blood across the water, almost reaching the foot of the cliff.

Midnight turned away from him. "Foxes say you must go now," she told the cats. "If you still here at sunset, they attack. That dog fox, he says he tasted cat once, liked it fine.

I can't give you the sunset, but I can give you the night.

The sunset of the forest had given the signal to robin and tanager to begin their vesper song. The sunset of the mount had issued the dew-time call that conjures out of the caves and hollow trees the smallest of the winged Brownie folk, whose kingdom is the twilight and whose dance hall is high above the tree-tops.

The man with the wound in the belly, a very young lad, lay in amongst us, stretched out like a cat in the warm rays of the setting sun. He slipped into death with an almost childlike smile on his face. It was a sight that didn't oppress me, but left me with a fraternal feeling for the dying man.

Les nuages déconcertaient le vent, se désagrégeant dans leur course, et le vent courait, aboyant comme un chien de berger pour les garder rassemblés en troupeau. Vers le soir, toutes les formes possibles s'apaisaient en lignes de rouge où le soleil descendait, appelant tout le ciel à se déchirer, à disparaître.

Meg had grown older; she would never be quite so young again as she had been before that red sunset sank into her soul. There was a deeper light in her eyes; such tears as she had wept clear the sight till life becomes a thing more distinct and far-reaching.

As the sun disappeared below the horizon and its glare no longer reflected off a glassy sea, I thought of how beautiful the sunsets always were in the Pacific. They were even more beautiful than over Mobile Bay. Suddenly a thought hit me like a thunderbolt. Would I live to see the sunset tomorrow?

The rhythm of sunrise, the rhythm of sunset, filled her life.

The author describes how impressed she was with the detailed storyboards that outlined her movie – "not just sketches, but real art". She then describes a Hawaiian sunset as, "God painting His storyboard on the sky".

I find Rome gentle, magical. The sun had just set, and the light was extraordinary-- smoky-rosy-golden-violet, light that cannot be captured in a photo or, for that matter, in words.

Dawn and sunset are the times when Nature herself is unstable and in flux. The nocturnal world and the daytime world are meeting, and for a brief time coexisting. It's not a neat hard cut, but a blurred, irregular dissolve. These moments are the seams in existence through which we can get a glimpse of the deeper, fundamentally random, chance workings of a system in which we are only a small, insignificant player.

That's how summer is: no past or future but all present tense, long twilights like vandals, breaking into new days.

I love the autumn—that melancholy season that suits memories so well. When the trees have lost their leaves, when the sky at sunset still preserves the russet hue that fills with gold the withered grass, it is sweet to watch the final fading of the fires that until recently burnt within you.