Quotes About Sunset

The sun setting on the Ucayali, with the Andean foothills in the background, and the taste of freshly cut papaya in my mouth, restoring a body utterly shattered, made for one of those 'ones to tell the grandchildren' memories.

My favorite place to go is Zabriskie Point in Death Valley. If you see it at sunrise and sunset, it's like you're on Mars.

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

The sun's last finger let go of the pine up there. The sun fell behind the hills. A few drops of blood splashed the sky. Night washed them out with her grey hand.

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. 'If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ' I said, 'your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.' She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

I said I was always happy in the morning, not always in the afternoon and never after sunset, for after sunset the house was haunted, some places are.

when the dying sun bled the blue sky orange.

She loved the dry, crackling heat, the way the sky at sunset looked like a sheet of fire, and the overwhelming emptiness and severity of all that open land that had once been a huge ocean bed.

Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.

Orange is my favorite color overall.

He looked out across the field. He seemed to have forgotten where he was, and for a while Larry rocked, bats fluttering over his view and crickets chirping in the monkey grass along the edge of the porch and his mother's wind chime jingling, delicate notes too tender to be metal, more like soft bone on wire; he'd always thought the chime sounded like a skeleton playing a guitar, and for a time they sat together on the porch and watched the sun scald the sky red and the trees black.

Om je heen komt alles tot rust, elk van ons gaat zijn eigen weg, maar we ontmoetten elkaar weer aan zee bij een kalme zonsondergang.

To the final landscape of our old age, as summer fades...Silence settles around us, each of us wanders his own way, and yet we all meet by the sea in the peaceful sunset.

Siinä on jotakin hyvin hienoa, kun saa kokea viimeisen vanhuutensa maiseman katoavassa kesässä. Ympärillä tyyntyy, itse kukin vaeltaa omaa tietään, mutta kaikki me kohtaamme meren rannalla tyynessä iltaruskossa.

Había dejado de llover y pronto caería la noche. En el preciso momento en el que el sol se ponía algo ocurrió con el tentáculo verde que cubría la Casa Mumin. Perdía vigor y se secó tan rápido como había crecido. Las frutas se encogieron y cayeron al suelo. Las flores se marchitaban y las hojas se abarquillaban. Una vez más la casa se llenó de crujidos y crepitaciones.

The sun was just starting to sink below the trees.

Sunset is such a sad hour," she said, presently. "If I watch the end of a day—any day—I always feel it's the end of a whole epoch. And the autumn! It might as well be the end of everything," he said. "That's why I hate cold countries, and love the warm ones, where there's no winter, and when night comes you feel an opening up of the life there, instead of a closing down. Don't you feel that?

The setting sun had turned the blue sky a brilliant orange, then soft pink merging to pearl; the plum velvet of night had come out of the east, spangled with stars.

And when the sun sets...then the night magic spreads out above your head; worlds and universes a-borning and a-dying—stars and planets and galaxies. And the bigger the telescope they can make, and the farther into the beyond they are able to penetrate, the greater grows the mystery.

The sunset's fire was tangled in leaden clouds, and the pillars of rain supporting the toppling thunderheads were very close;

The night is just a part of the day

No one can possess a sunset like the one we saw that evening. Just as no one can possess an afternoon of rain beating against the window, or serenity of a sleeping child, or the magical moment when the waves break on the rocks. No one can possess the beautiful things in this Earth, but we can know them and love them.

Hollywood is a great place if you're an orange.