Quotes About Sunset

Where he walked the tideline at dusk the last red reaches of the sun flared slowly out along the sky to the west and the tidepools stood like spills of blood. He stopped to look back at his bare footprints. Filling with water one by one. The reefs seemed to move slowly in the last hours and the late colors of the sun drained away and then the sudden darkness fell like a foundry shutting down for the night.

She went to the window and looked out. The ground fell away to a branch where willows burned lime green in the sunset. Dark little birds kept crossing the fields to the west like heralds of some coming dread. Below the branch stood the frame of an outhouse from which the planks had been stripped for firewood and there hung from the ceiling a hornetnest like a gross paper egg. The tinker returned from the cart with a lantern

Forty minutes later he saw her and stopped and sat the horse and watched. She was riding along a red dirt ridge to the south sitting with her hands crossed on the pommel, looking toward the last of the sun, the horse slogging slowly through the loose sandy dirt, the red stain of it following them in the still air. That's my heart yonder, he told the horse. It always was.

I lupi selezionano i lupi, amico. Quale altra creatura potrebbe farlo? E la razza umana non è ancora più rapace? Tutte le cose del mondo sbocciano, maturano e muoiono, ma in quelle dell'uomo non c'è tramonto e il mezzodì del suo fiorire è già l'inizio della notte. Il suo spirito si esaurisce nel momento stesso in cui raggiunge l'acme. Per lui il meridiano è insieme il crepuscolo e la sera del giorno. Gli piace giocare? Faccia la sua puntata.

Where he walked the tideline at dusk the last red reaches of the sun flared slowly out along the sky to the west and the tidepools stood like spills of blood.

They aint got no medication for pilgrims waitin to take the Sunset?

There was something that hurt him in the way the hills rose so gently from the broad, rich southern plain. Something painful in the lazy curves of the river, golden under a sinking sun, shadowed by the trees that grew along its edges.

She went to the fence and sat there, watching the gold clouds fall to pieces, and go in immense, rose-coloured ruin towards the darkness. Gold flamed to scarlet, like pain in its intense brightness. Then the scarlet sank to rose, and rose to crimson, and quickly the passion went out of the sky. All the world was dark grey. Paul scrambled quickly down with his basket, tearing his shirt-sleeve as he did so.

Here, on the farther shore of the sunset, with the flushed tide at his feet, and the large star flashing with strange laughter, did he himself naked walk with lifted arms into the quiet flood of life.

She saw him slender and firm, as if the setting sun had given him to her. A deep pain took hold of her, and she knew she must love him.

Firing the sunset gun

The wall decorations were dusty metal lobsters and faded pictures of ships. The bedspread had cigarette burns. Inside the nightstand drawer were a complimentary pen and three postcards. "Vacation Dreams Begin at the Coastal Dreams Motel." I went out to the machine and got a soda. The sun was going down; the sky was orange and pink.

We all see nature's wonders every day, whether it be a plant that moves or a sunset that reaches with pink fingers into a sky of deep blue. The key to true curiosity is pausing to ponder the causes. What makes a sky blue or a sunset pink or a leaf of sleeping grass curl?

Los atardeceres eran increíbles. Algunos días solían ser morados y rosas, otros días era como un abrasador naranja prendiéndole fuego a las nubes en el horizonte. -Juli

Now it was growing late again, and cooler, which the nurse found disorienting. It felt as though her entire life had been lived from dusk to dawn ever since she learned of Phillip, only tiptoeing around the edges of sunset or sunrise, and sleeping or traveling all day.

There's always a sunrise and always a sunset and it's up to you to choose to be there for it,' said my mother. 'Put yourself in the way of beauty.

Nella vita ci sono un'alba e un tramonto ogni giorno. E tu puoi scegliere di essere presente, puoi metterti sulla strada della bellezza.

There is always a sunrise and always a sunset. It's up to you to be there for it, my mom said a million years ago, when she was alive. I rolled my eyes then, a million years ago. Now I live my life by it.

The Dusk is dark and glorious A star upon her brow; With sunset blushes in her cheeks, She beckons now.

The desert sunset clouds exhale pink puffs of dusky smoke.

Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red...

Bright sunset clouds, flushed with a crimson glow, Linger about the calm departing day, Like spirits round a good man's dying bed...

Clouds blaze brilliant colors in a sky on fire.

sunset ablaze in carpe-diem pink fleeting moments of glowing gold feathered in hourglass-sands gray with the lucent glimmer of infinity— and thus the blissful evening sky exhales gently the passing day and lights up in its elation that the world has made it through to relive night's starry bouquet