Quotes About Sunset

In the glow of the setting sun Cian seemed larger, denser, his eyes more blue.

Pull up the shades so I can see New York. I don't want to go home in the dark.

Bat dünya bat..

Father," I tried calling out. Father. Father, the sunset afterglow is beautiful.

Learn to associate ideas worthy of God with all that happens in Nature—the sunrises and the sunsets, the sun and the stars, the changing seasons, and your imagination will never be at the mercy of your impulses, but will always be at the service of God.

The sun was extinguishing itself on the watery horizon.

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

Now at this hour, when the cirrus clouds stretched like crimson ribbons high across the southwest sky, in such a hush that not even a playful eddy dared stir moss or palm fronds, the day died in calm and in beauty.

Scattered with poppies, the golden-green waves of the cornfields faded. The red sun seemed to tip one end of a pair of scales below the horizon, and simultaneously to lift an orange moon at the other. Only two days off the full, it rose behind a wood, swiftly losing its flush as it floated up, until the wheat loomed out of the twilight like a metallic and prickly sea.

Dropping toward the watershed, the sun filled the place with evening light and kindled the windows and the western flanks of cupolas and steeples and many belfries, darkening the eastern walls with shadow; and as we gazed, one of them began to strike the hour and another took up the challenge, followed by a third and soon enormous tonnages of sectarian bronze were tolling their ancient rivalries into the dusk.

The sun had gone down but the trees and the first houses of Kampos were still glowing with the sunlight they had been storing up since dawn. It seemed to be shining from inside them with the private, interior radiance of summer in Greece that lasts for about an hour after sundown so that the white walls and the tree trunks and the stones fade into the darkness at last like slowly expiring lamps.

Une petite fille rentre de la plage, au crépuscule, avec sa mère. Elle pleure pour rien, parce qu'elle aurait voulu continuer de jouer. Elle s'eloigne. Elle a déjà tourné le coin de rue, et nos vies ne sont-elles pas aussi rapides à se dissiper dans le soir que ce chagrin d'enfant?

Vuestra vida se aleja como el sol poniente, la muerte se acerca como las sombras de la noche.

Yesterday's poets are today's detectives. They spend a life sniffing out the hundredth line, wrapping up a case, and limping exhausted into the sunset.

He said nothing as the sun continued its descent. This close to the equator, we had almost no twilight. Day turned to night in minutes, but they were lovely ones. Around us the yellow grasses stretched and moved like the sea, sometimes dipping into antbear burrows and pig holes, or lifting towards the knuckled spires of termite mounds, but never truly ceasing.

The sun went down early in our valley—never a moment after 6:00 p.m.—and by the time it set, every night, no matter what else was happening, Jock had washed and was inside at our bar cart, doctoring a whisky.

Not that he was any expert on the subject, but Matt believed he could tell a lot about a woman by observing the way she watched a sunset.

How could she be sorry about losing her virginity in a romance-novel way on a sunset sail?

The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire.

I'd be left in solitary bliss to contemplate nothing more exacting than the strange golden colour of my once-snowy Scottish knees. Then, as dusk beckoned, I'd be surrounded by a million dancing lights - a flying ballet of insects, hovering and flitting between the orange trees, their tiny wings radiating the glow of thesetting sun.

The last rays of the setting sun were filtering through the orchard, weaving strange, shadowy patterns on the dusty ochre earth ... Here was one small reminder, if one were needed, that we were a long way from those frosty Scottish autumns that I knew so well. This was, indeed, the island of winter spring.

If you take your neighborís cloak as collateral, return it to him by sunset,

When the sun has set, he will become clean, and then he may eat from the sacred offerings, for they are his food.

Are not these mountains across the Jordan, west of the road toward the sunset, in the land of the Canaanites who live in the Arabah opposite Gilgal near the Oak of Moreh?