Quotes About Sunset

Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which strengthens with the setting sun of life.

Feeling indisposed towards the evening, I drove up the ancient plains. The setting sun is unspeakably beautiful, Only it is approaching nightfall.

The sun is setting," he said, and Jordan rose obediently to charge the glasses. The sundowner whisky was already a traditional ending to the day in this land north of the Limpopo.

The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night

Looking over the beach and the ocean as the sun begins to drop down in the west, a strange sense of pride: pride in all I've done and lived through, proud to think of the thousands of people I've met and known and the few I've loved.

I watched the day slip into night, noting the wondrous tonal transformations of the sunset on its dimmer switch, how blood-orange can shade imperceptibly into ice-blue on the knife-edge of the horizon, listening to the sea's interminable call for silence - shh, shh, shh.

How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.

But what I remember is the countryside then, the brilliance of outdoors and outwindows, and the sunlight streaming through the lozenge shapes of the glass, and we were locked away from it, locked inside to worship. And there was the sun out there for everyone else to see. Good God, tell me Clovis wasn't lonely at dawn. Tell me he wasn't sick at the sunset.

The moon was through to the sunset side of the gap, but its light was hardly noticeable on the earth for the ruddy brilliance of the firelight.

The sun in the west was a drop of burning gold that slid nearer and nearer the sill of the world.

The sun in the west was a drop of burning gold that slid nearer and nearer the sill of the world. All at once they were aware of the evening as the end of light and warmth.

So I would do the abridgement of the sequel and then do my own novel and ride off into the frigging sunset, thank you very much.

DOC    Yes, you want to study hard, Marie, learn to be a fine artist some day. Paint lots of beautiful pictures. I remember a picture my mother had over the mantelpiece at home, a picture of a cathedral in a sunset, one of those big cathedrals in Europe somewhere. Made you feel religious just to look at it.

Comme le ciel est beau ce soir ! On dirait une mer violette, sur une mer rouge sur une mer bleue. Et les maisons : des barques qui s'endorment au fond du port. Mais le soleil est déjà couché. Il commence à faire froid. Il faut que je rentre chez moi.

The light was going: some cloud cover arriving, as if summoned by drama.

Seduto su un macigno eroso dai venti, dal sole e dalle piogge degli uragani, Carter ne contemplò la cresta denudata, dorata dalla luce del tramonto. Grazie a Tutankhamon, quel regno del nulla si era trasformato in speranza: in esso, tutto restava immobile e immutabile, perché su quella terra degli dei nulla era cominciato nel tempo e nulla nel tempo sarebbe finito.

Beauty, when it first discloses the mellowing touches of age, affects us painfully. It is like the tints of sunset, or the beauty of autumn--a melancholy beauty--beauty in decline--upon which we cannot gaze without a feeling of sadness--of sadness that it is passing away.

And I'm sure There was blood in the gutter from somebody's head Or else it was the sunset in a puddle,

The sun has set behind the trees. Afternoon has now turned to evening. The sparrows are silent, nested up under the eaves for the night. It is time for Pat's final meal.

O May! your cheeks are sunset skies, Which the lips of the verge shall press, And the amber clouds caress-- Drifting along in the light which lies Over your soul-lit, jasmine eyes, In all its golden tenderness!

William Blackstone had laid out a farm and orchard, and built him a house on the western slope of one of the hills, whence he could see the sun set across the windings of the river Charles, and over the wide brown marshes through which it made its way.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

The flaming ruins of a five-alarm sunset smoldered in the window behind her, which was currently pointing west. "It

The sun set. The car smelled of its owner's cigarette smoke. Everything was toxic and chemical and unnatural: the plastic walnut trim, the electric lights, the burning gasoline that was shoving them forward. This whole world was a processed petroleum product.