Quotes About Twilight

O, may you look, full moon that shines, On my pain for this last time: So many midnights from my desk, I have seen you, keeping watch: When over my books and paper, [390] Saddest friend, you appear! Ah! If on the mountain height I might stand in your sweet light, Float with spirits in mountain caves, Swim the meadows in twilight' waves, [395] Free from the smoke of knowledge too, Bathe in your health-giving dew!

O welcome, twilight soft and sweet, That breathes throughout this hallowed shrine! Sweet pain of love, bind thou with fetters fleet The heart that on the dew of hope must pine!

There was a time that crepuscular was mild, The hour for tea, acquaintances, and fall Away of day's difficulties, all Discouragement. Weep, you are not a child.

Western culture is in its twilight; there is a dark age ahead; and while college-humanities fads and 'secular-progressive values' have certainly done much damage, they are symptoms, not causes—fragments of junk sucked into a vacuum. The fundamental reason why so much of our culture is shit—either literally, like Signor Manzoni's masterwork, or figuratively—is exhaustion, cultural exhaustion.

On a huge hill, Cragged and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goe; And what the hills suddenness resists, winne so; Yet strive so, that before age, deaths twilight, Thy Soule rest, for none can worke in that night.

Of all the portions of life it is in the two twilights, childhood and age, that tears fall with the most frequency; like the dew at dawn and eve.

We glided into Budapest at twilight, the city poured over with a viscous glowing blue, lights already blazing on the splendid Western bridges. Upside-down electronic billboards were reflected in the river, advertising Tuborg beer and Minolta cameras.

Era l'ora che turba il cuore; quell'ora in cui, mancando la luce, le cose e le anime si sentono libere, quasi, da una vigilanza fastidiosa; i monti paiono coricarsi a grande agio sul piano, le campagne dilagano sopra i villaggi e casali, le ombre pigliano corpo, i corpi sfumano in ombra, nel cuore umano affondano le impressioni, i pensieri del presente, e vien su un movimento confuso di ricordanze lontane, di fantasmi che inteneriscono e fanno sospirare in silenzio.

Pregunté a la tarde de abril que moría: ¿Al fin la alegría se acerca a mi casa? La tarde de abril sonrió: La alegría pasó por tu puerta —y luego, sombría: Pasó por tu puerta. Dos veces no pasa.

es sei nicht immer Tag und auch nicht Nacht.

Even though it was six o'clock, there was no sense of approaching dawn.

Segundo, são as tristezas de crepúsculo. O crepúsculo é triste, naturalmente. Não, não há perda nenhuma. Tudo está certo. Não há razões para ficar triste. A despeito disso, no crepúsculo a gente fica. Talvez porque o crepúsculo seja uma metáfora do que é a vida: a beleza efêmera das cores que vão mergulhando no escuro da noite.

Now the day is over,Night is drawing nigh;Shadows of the eveningSteal across the sky.

To be very honest with you, there were two big factors: One was that we were initially coming out in that week before Thanksgiving where both Twilight 3D and Happy Feet 2 are coming out.

It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should--a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it, between worlds.

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

It's just that when you're standing beside an open window at twilight, you can say more to each other than in bright sunshine. It's easier to whisper your feelings than to shout them from the rooftops. I believe that trust has to come from both sides; I also think that's the reason why we've never really grown close.

And dusk fell because it suited his skin.

when you're standing beside an open window at twilight, you can say more to each other than in bright sunshine. It's also easier to whisper your feelings than to shout them from the rooftops.

It's just that when you're standing beside an open window at twilight, you can say more to each other than in bright sunshine. It's also easier to whisper your feelings than to shout them from the rooftops.

There would be no twilight, I realized that. Ah, very sad indeed. But as a vampire I often beheld the twilight. So why should I complain?

If there is any sea as blue as the Caribbean I have never beheld it, and when it is seen at twilight, it is most spectacular, but then you will hear more of this later, for I have had much time to contemplate the color of this sea. On

It had been the golden time of evening when the sun is gone and everything gives back the light it has absorbed all day long.