Quotes About Sunset

Don't let the sun go down on an unhealed heart.

nightfall. Straightening

The sun was soft honey and rose colored along the horizon; the old trees were deep black silhouettes against it, with long purple shadows sliding out from their earth-slippered feet.

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

If a man goes up into Parnassus after sunset, why should he not see strange things? The gods still walk there, and a man who would not go carefully in the country of the gods is a fool.

Beauty--be not caused," said Emily Dickinson. "It is." In one way she was wrong. The scattering of light over a long distance creates a sunset. The crashing of ocean waves on a beach is created by tides, which are themselves the result of gravitational forces exerted by the sun and the moon and the rotation of the Earth. Those are causes. The mystery lies in how those things become beautiful.

Be the complex elegance of a melting candle. Be a map with 10,000 roads. Be the orange at sunset that outclasses the pink of sunrise. Be the self that dares to be true.

There are things I have experienced I will never again be able to experience for the first time: love, a kiss, Tchaikovsky, a Tahitian sunset, jazz, a hot dog, a Bloody Mary. That is the nature of things. History was - is - a one-day street. You have to keep walking forwards. But you don't always need to look ahead. Sometimes you can just look around and be happy right where you are.

Il disperdersi di una luce distante crea un tramonto. L'infrangersi delle onde oceaniche su una spiaggia è regolato dalle maree, che a loro volta sono conseguenza delle forze gravitazionali esercitate dal sole e dalla luna, nonché dalla rotazione terrestre. Queste sono cause. Il mistero è come tutto ciò possa diventare bello.

If there is a sunset, stop and look at it. Knowledge is finite. Wonder is infinite.

I felt the beautiful melancholy of being human, captured perfectly in the setting of a sun. Because, as with a sunset, to be human was to be in-between things; a day, bursting with desperate colour as it headed irreversibly towards night

There are things I have experienced that I will never again be able to experience for the first time: love, a kiss, Tchaikovsky, a Tahitian sunset, jazz, a hot dog, a Bloody Mary. That is the nature of things. History was – is – a one-way street. You have to keep walking forwards. But you don't always need to look ahead. Sometimes you can just look around and be happy right where you are.

she too faded away like the sun that had just been swallowed by the horizon

In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God.

I see there is a good deal of grandiloquence in my book — my friends and foes have told me. I think it must be true, for there is a good deal of grandiloquence in me — and in nature also: I saw a sunset last evening that was a gross imposition upon modesty.

I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

Life is a miracle; walking is a miracle; watching the sunset is a miracle; everything is a miracle, because existence is a miracle!

Sun must set so that we can long for its rise!

Sunset is a wonderful opportunity for us to appreciate all the great things the sun gives us!

We can bear the sun not to set, but we cannot bear the sun not to rise!

Twilight was already coagulating into night.

Sunset was only thirty minutes gone when some pissant vampire waylaid Deacon on his way to Theriault's. One of those younger shits who wrote poetry to Mother Darkness and thought becoming a vampire would make him sparkle.

The ocean was a molten gold. A drum roll sent the crowd into a frenzied cheering which reached a fevered pitch when the ocean swallowed the sun in a kinetic bolt of color representing the entire spectrum of light. Matt studied Shelly as she watched awed. The child-like delight on her face was captivating.

a cidade não é um lugar. É a moldura de uma vida, um chão para a memória. Enrolei a linha, e regressei a casa, o poente avermelhando a paisagem e os flamingos trazendo o céu para junto da terra. Então, ganhei certeza: a cidade em que nasci estava destinada a nascer de mim.