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Quotes About Twilight

One of the interesting things about YA books - I don't know about Percy Jackson, but I do know about 'Twilight' and 'Maximum Ride': There are a lot of adult readers. In fact, we released 'Maximum Ride' both as a paperback for kids and as a mass release for adults.
~ James Patterson
Night always comes.
~ SISSY BOYD
Can I tell from the twilight from which the world is built that I am a sunrise in this life?
~ Sorin Cerin
What is at issue is the conversion of the mind from the twilight of error to the truth, that climb up into the real world which we shall call true philosophy.
~ Plato
Theory is continually the precursor of truth; we must pass through the twilight and its shade, to arrive at the full and perfect day.
~ James Douglas, Lord of Douglas
The light of life shines up from your birth, and I'd left so much in the way that I had stood for years in twilight, isolated and alone while the person I'd once been still stamped and raved, blocking the light and poisoning the sun.
~ Michael Marshall Smith
Where the sun sets, love rises!
~ Mehmet Murat Ildan
We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home
~ David Levithan, Boy Meets Boy
I really love the story in 'Twilight.
~ Isabelle Fuhrman
In psychology (okay, Twilight) they teach you about the notion of imprinting, and I think it applies here. I reverse-imprinted with athleticism. Ours is the great non-love story of my life.
~ Mindy Kaling
It's not dark yet But it's getting there
~ Bob Dylan
I always loved twilight: it was the only time of day I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed in twilight, all streets, all squares, and all the people walking through them; I even had the feeling that I was a handsome young man, and I liked looking at myself in the mirror, watching myself in the shop windows as I strode along, and even when I touched my face, I felt no wrinkles at my mouth or forehead.
~ Bohumil Hrabal
The evening was at once intimate and infinite.
~ Borges Jorge
La oscuridá es la sangre de las cosas heridas. En el incierto ocaso la tarde mutilada fue unos pobres colores.
~ BORGES JORGE LUIS
Another Celtic legend tells of the duel of two famous bards. One, accompanying himself on the harp, sang from the coming day to the coming of twilight. Then, when the stars or the moon came out, the first bard handed the harp to the second, who laid the instrument aside and rose to his feet. The first singer admitted defeat.
~ Borges, Jorge
Por la ventana se veían los largos regueros de lágrimas del crepúsculo en las negras mejillas de las nubes.
~ Boris Vian
Tiny white flowers sprinkled the upper part of the gown like glimpses of stars at dusk, while the gathered waist and skirt darkened into solid twilight.
~ Suzanne Enoch
This was the best time of the day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go.
~ Sylvia Plath
I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.
~ Sylvia Plath
146 Stars Over the Dordogne Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless. The woods are a well. The stars drop silently. They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible. Nor do they send up fires where they fall Or any signal of distress or anxiousness. They are eaten immediately by the pines.
~ Sylvia Plath
Dusk hoods me in blue now, like a Mary. O colour of distance and forgetfulness!
~ Sylvia Plath
The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.
~ T.S. Eliot
Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer — Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom
~ T.S. Eliot
Wavering between the profit and the loss In this brief transit where the dreams cross The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
~ T.S. Eliot