Quotes About Sunset

I knew we'd been out there on the water a long time when the sun began its colorful descent to meet the horizon.

There were clouds at the mountains, and the snow pack reflected the sour-lemon sun into one of the most beautiful and perverse sunsets I had ever seen. The clouds were dappled like the hindquarters of an Appaloosa colt, and the beauty kicked just as hard.

It's warm as long as the sun does not set, in the shade cold returns. A strong sauna and then swimming in a pool surrounded by trees. Dark redwoods, transparent pale-leaved birches. In their delicate network, a sliver of the moon. I describe this for I have learned to doubt philosophy And the visible world is all that remains.

Kate ranked the sunset against a few others and it came up short, but sunsets were like pizza, she though; they were all pretty good.

The sun is setting when I arrive back at Accent Collectibles

The band of sickly scarlet light that passed for sunset in Hell ringed the horizon like a migraine

In the Odyssey one may liken Homer to the setting sun, of which the grandeur remains without the intensity.

You have to understand – there is a romance to Africa. You can see a sunset and believe you have witnessed the hand of God. You watch the slow lope of a lioness and forget to breathe. You marvel at the tripod of a giraffe bent to water. In Africa, there are iridescent blues on the wings of birds that you do not see anywhere else in nature. In Africa, in the midday heat, you can see blisters in the atmosphere. When you are in Africa, you feel primordial, rocked in the cradle of the world.

Every sunset gives you one day less to live but every sunrise gives you one day more to hope. So savor every step and live it well.

Life is all about enjoying every Sunset and looking forward for the next Sunrise.

This evening when the setting sun was reflected in the water and in the windows and cast a bright golden glow over everything, it looked just like a picture by Cuyp.

PÔR-DO-SOL EM ITATIAIA Nascente efêmeras Em clareiras súbitas Entre as luzes tardas Do imenso crapúsculo. Negros megalitos Em doce decúbito Sob o peso frágil Da pálida abóbada Calmo subjacente O vale infinito A estender-se múltiplo Inventando espaços Dilatando a angústia Criando o silêncio...

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down.

The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.

I live. I write. I watch old movies. I read. I watch the sunset. I watch the moon rise.

Ancient World" Orange sunset in the deep shell of summer a long silence reaching across the dry pastures in the distance a dog barks at the sound of a door closing and at once I am older.

The sun sets in the cold without friends Without reproaches after all it has done for us It goes down believing in nothing When it has gone I hear the stream running after it It has brought its flute it is a long way

Whenever you want to see me, always look at the sunset; I will be there.

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

What else can one do in the time before sunset?

Siempre resplandece el cielo antes del anochecer.

Once the golden phase had passed, the sun used only the red and orange spectrum of its palette to paint the sky in advance of the long night of darkness, and by reflection the harbor waters caught fire.