Quotes About Sunset

Beyond the towers of Antigen Bay, the other floating cities of the Moveable Feast mingled in sunset glamor.

He drove, to her direction. They followed a suite of quiet residential streets, emerging onto a commercial boulevard. They said nothing, as if they were a sunset couple taking their ten thousandth car ride together in this life. He wanted to give her the wheel, to see if she still drove like she was sailing an ice boat across a windy northern lake.

They sped by a pack of sea lions lounging on the docks, and she swore she saw an old homeless guy sitting among them. From across the water the old man pointed a bony finger at Percy and mouthed something like 'Don't even think about it.' Did you see that? Hazel asked. Percy's face was red in the sunset. Yeah. I've been here before. I...I don't know. I think I was looking for my girlfriend. Annabeth, Frank said. You mean, on your way to Camp Jupiter? Percy frowned. No. Before that.

At last, as the sun went down, Meg seemed to understand it was time for me to leave. "You'll come back?" she asked. "Always," I promised. "The sun always comes back.

Yeah. He took one last look at the cityscape of Rome, turning bloodred in the sunset. Festus, raise the sails. We've got some friends to save.

She kissed me, and I decided that I was glad too. A kiss in the sunset and the promise of a good bacon cheeseburger – with that kind of payoff, who needs immortality?

Please, Nico. Look at me.' The voice had changed. It was warm, like honey, like a late-summer sunset, like the first rush of heat from a campfire. It was Cupid. No. It was love. Nico turned slowly, and there stood Will Solace, his golden hair lit oh-so- perfectly in the dreamlike daylight of Salona.

Below him, the lamplighter was lighting the lamps that lined the wide avenue.

I stood in a clearing among a stand of beech trees, leaves as red as rubies, branches black as jet. It was sunset, and shafts of richly colored sunlight struck through the delicate pillars of the tree trunks, as if through the lancet windows of a cathedral.

In the daytime, there was often a lovely patch of blue, and sometimes toward evening, before twilight, the clouds turned bright orange or pink.

Ask anybody, they'll all tell you. The evening's the best part of the day.

The cloud layer was moving on, and the sinking sun was visible behind its trailing edge out across the sea.

In the deepening sky where the spearpoint firs scratch the clouds, already a moon—like a cast-off paring from the setting sun. This is Hank's bell, too.

The burnished rays of the setting sun flamed glory on the clouds of the western sky before shattering in gold and vermilion dapples on the darkening waters of the river. Once Karras met God in this sight. Long ago. Like a lover forsaken, he still kept the rendezvous.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

The rays of the setting sun stretched far into the room. Root traced the circles around the twin primes as the steam from the rice cooker floated in from the kitchen. The Professor stared through the window as if he were looking out at the desert, though all he could really see was his tiny, neglected garden.

O gracious Light, pure brightness of the everliving Father in heaven, O Jesus Christ, holy and blessed! Now as we come to the setting of the sun, and our eyes behold the vesper light, we sing Thy praises, O God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Thou art worthy at all times to be praised by happy voices, O Son of God, O Giver of life, and to be glorified through all the worlds. Amen. —PHOS HILARON (LATIN HYMN, 4TH C.)

Walking the roads is enough today, I'll follow the dark line of receding sun

If it was the last sunset i will ever see, I will keep running in the West, i won't let that sun to set

Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under!

Paint your life with the magnificent colors of a joyful sunset.

On October 14th, the sweetest thing happened to me. On that day at sunset, I met you by the sea. It was that day I found a great purpose and a wonderful reason to be.

O can't you see it, O can't you see it,Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon… When the sun goes down.