Quotes About Sunset

Beauty is like a sunset: it goes as soon as you try to capture it. The beauty you like is precisely that which escapes you.

If your eyes are blinded with your worries, you cannot see the beauty of the sunset.

This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.

That the sky is brighter than the earth means little unless the earth itself is appreciated and enjoyed. Its beauty loved gives the right to aspire to the radiance of the sunrise and sunset.

Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage.

When before the beauty of a sunset or a mountain, you pause and exclaim, 'Ah,' you are participating in divinity.

There is a sunrise or a sunset from space every 92 minutes so there is an incredible amount of beauty to see from up there.

Great Spirit, When we face the sunset when we come singing the last song, may it be without shame, singing 'it is finished in beauty, it is finished in beauty!'

Sunset Shimmer

The sunset of all emotions, myself yellowing, subdued to grey sadness in my external self-awareness

What a marvelous sunset,' she said. 'Yes,' replied her husband. 'Most impressive for such a small village.

The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.

hoe weemoedig hij soms ook mocht kijken naar zulke echtparen in de vallende schemering of op zondagmiddagen, de week had nog meer uren en hun leven was niets voor hem, als hij zijn melancholie weer de baas was

hay gold dusk of late spring

In a whisper he began begging for—and, as the sun set, received—the concession people always beg for: a little more time.

Nobody seemed sure if it was the last ferry. We waited. Time passed, the sky turned pink.

The sun lost its heat and wore down to the western horizon, where it changed from white to gold and rested like a huge ball about to roll on its golden shadows down the

The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky. It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road.

They sat on the boarding house porch and saw the sun plunge into the same crack in the earth from which the night emerged.

The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky.

the sun would set, and then our riders could watch the actual process of colour fading from the world. Was that tree still really green, or was it only that they were remembering how a few seconds ago it had been green?

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

Solan is descending in the sky...

Tonight, God was showing off, as pink and blue melded into purple, touched with a warm orange glow and the outline of the clouds, the fields, and the dusty road that seemed to stretch out in front of them forever